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In the wake of a call I break down
I can’t handle all the shit that’s expected of me
And you’ll never fucking know yeah you’ll never fucking know where we stand
Hard to contact, ready to talk back
All I wanna do is play shows, lay another track
My intentions aren’t bad but there’s better to be had with my composure

Microwaved dinner never tasted any better
When your life is in pieces like an IRS letter
But money aint a thing to a dirty punk
Just buy me a beer and turn the music up
Smoke me down, I’ll take you up on the offer
Don’t got any weed but we both got needs
A night to waste, no warnings to heed
Head full of worries and a body to beat

And a body to beat

Step away, take a break
It will all be better when you wake up in the morning
Tell yourself, just one more day
The sun will still be rising regardless
There’s always one more beer there’s always one more cigarette to be had
Just gotta wait around

Everybody gotta make that cash
Everybody’s gotta pay rent, bills get beer throw down on a sack
There’s things to do and people to prove
But in this city nobody got time for that
Give a fuck if you’ve fucking got time for that
Life on track, ha! Take it back
Procrastinate to a heart attack
Maybe it’s all on me
Maybe I project reality onto other people and things
But we all fuck up in this lower class
Beat on the brat, minimum wage city rat
Flipping through the pages of life like a magazine
Just lookin at the pictures cuz the words don’t mean a thing


Step away, take a break
It will all ease up when the darkness cloaks our bodies
Tell yourself, just one more eve
The moon will still be glowing in the night time
There’s always one more pill there’s always one more kind of fix to be had
Just gotta wait around

Pull your boots on (up) feel the rush of sunlight on your face, you’ll be ok (x4)

Fuck that, never get up
Fuck that I need another cup
Take me away to another place
Fill my head with a sense of space
Get up, out of bed
There’s a life and a purpose waiting to be led
Get up, out of bed
Before you wake up dead

Step away, take a break
It will all be better when you wake up in the morning
Tell yourself, just one more day
The sun will still be rising regardless
There’s always one more beer there’s always one more cigarette to be had
Just gotta wait around

Step away, take a break
It will all ease up when the darkness cloaks our bodies
Tell yourself, just one more eve
The moon will still be glowing in the night time
There’s always one more pill there’s always one more fucking fix to be had
Just gotta wait around

Just gotta wait around (x2)

Just gotta wait around (x4, in background)

Pull your boots on feel the rush of sunlight on your face, you’ll be ok (x2)

Pull your boots on feel the rush of sunlight on your face, you’ll be ok (x2, in background)


Fuck that, never get up
Fuck that I need another cup
Take me away to another place
Fill my head with a sense of space
Get up, out of bed
There’s a life and a purpose waiting to be led
Get up, out of bed
Before you wake up dead

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from Drag It Through The Garden, released July 1, 2016

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The original Crust Folk
Established 2012 in Chicago, IL

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