Cory Bantic and the Motets

Cory Bantic and the Motets

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Rock - Alternative | New Canaan, Connecticut, United States
Total Song Plays: 12   
Member Since: 2004
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Lyrics

There?s some truth to all your lies
Deep inside, there?s something to despise
The acid within, or the stench of cheap gin
Keeps you running around, each time aground

Back yourself in the corner
Feet hanging over the side
Shift the blame so I?m the owner
And you can take me for a ride

There?s some lies to all your truth
Since your youth, your words are a spoof
The taste of good gin has taken you in
Keeps you running aground, each time around

Back yourself in the corner?

There?s a full moon in the sky
Still you lie, you want to see me cry
Acid rain won?t give me as much pain
As your runaround, pushing me to the ground

I know what you?re all about
Your idea of victory is a total rout
You come out clean and won?t take the fall
After you win you still have to spike the ball

Back yourself in the corner?

Song Length
4:33
Genres
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Modern
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Mood
Infuriated

Subject Matter
Bad Love

Language
English

Lyric Credits Bakker;Ferreira
Music Credits Bakker;Ferreira
Producer Credits Bakker;Ferreira
Performance Credits Bakker;Ferreira