Lawrence Arms The Old-Timer's 2x4 Lyrics:
walking dead on two burned feet do you have
anything left to say to me? from barber chairs and
baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and
drugs from son, you could have been someone to hey
there, meet my only son lost in the mail for a
convenient month. a graduation unattended 500
miles, five hundred days we'll never talk, let's
count the ways we fake it over every break and you
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kick yourself for making this mistake ... actions
dismantle litigation and i thought this would be
easier for me another forced smile on vacation
another disappointment paves itself into a two way
street and i see you inside myself i want to climb
out of my skin i see you in myself every day and
once again, i was the worst mistake, your
connection to a thirty year hate i tried hard not
to believe it i'll try harder to feel it here's to
you ya old bastard
Lyrics: The Old-Timer's 2x4, Lawrence Arms [end]