The Motor Primitives

The Motor Primitives

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Rock - General | Madison, Wisconsin, United States
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Member Since: 2004
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Lyrics

I can?t say I understand what you mean
But hope springs eternal deep down inside me
New face, same place, same old routine
And I?m not inspired by what I?ve seen

Don?t blame me I?m just doing what I was told
And I watch as the tragedy slowly unfolds
No rules, those fools were easily sold
Now my conscience is clear, I?ve no need for a soul

It?s a big, bad world when you?re on your own
Enter one who?ll care, enter one who won?t
Stepping over the line

Canopy covering me as the day turn to night
And I stand here alone
Canopy stretching out over me and I can?t understand
Why you?d want to grow old

Empathy?s for the weak and the tragic
Who gives a damn about your social fabric

I dare you not to flinch as they call out your name
It?s not half as entertaining when you?re thrown in the game
Can?t hide, choose sides, get blown away
No one would blame you if you don?t want to play

It?s the moment of truth, it?s a bald-face lie
I don?t care what you?ve got, long as I?ve got mine
Running out of time

Canopy covering me as the day turn to night
And I stand here alone
Canopy stretching out over me and I can?t understand
Why you?d want to grow old

Excessive wealth is a sign of good living
Here in hell we?ve the blessing of good company

Song Length
4:00
Genre
Rock - General


Lyric Credits Pam Barrett
Music Credits Pam Barrett
Producer Credits The Motor Primitives
Performance Credits The Motor Primitives
Label Credits Boat Records