For Sad Strange Little Men Lyrics – Everybody’s Worried About Owen

For Sad Strange Little Men Lyrics by Everybody’s Worried About Owen

Here’s to the dads that don’t admit that they’re wrong
I happen to have a good one, so he’s not in this song
I hope you f#cking know you treat your daughters like sh#t
And then they come to me and cry

‘Cause they have to live with it
You should learn from someone kinder
Someone wiser than yourself
She is painting masterpieces

While you’re touching yourself
And we are the promises that we didn’t keep
We arе the promises that we didn’t keep
And wе are the sum of the parts we don’t wanna see

We are the sum of the parts we don’t wanna see
Here’s to the lobbyists who don’t care about death
They think they can beat it with the gold on their neck
And if the city’s on fire and they talk their way out

Like diamonds and smokestacks and a shit-eating mouth
A toast to the workers we keep from coming to their senses
And a knife under the pillow in case they want higher wages
And we are the promises that we didn’t keep

We are the promises that we didn’t keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don’t wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don’t wanna see
And welcome to the main event

The one you’ve all been waiting for
The writer turns the pen on his emaciated neck
The fact is I’m a sad little person with huge impossible dreams
And maybe if I wasn’t such a lazy dreamy f#ck

Then I would find a sense of purpose
Or just something to believe
I don’t text, I don’t call and I certainly don’t write
Masochistically watching people burn out like stars in the night

And we are the promises that we didn’t keep
We are the promises that we didn’t keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don’t wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don’t wanna see
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Everybody’s Worried About Owen Lyrics – For Sad Strange Little Men

Everybody’s Worried About Owen

For Sad Strange Little Men