Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary & Ann Scott
Mark Geary & Ann Scott
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Mark Geary & Ann Scott
Mark Geary
Mark Geary
Woken up it’s hard to find
The legs I need for the corporate climb
To face the rain in you
If you feel you’re the kind that can’t
Then leave me here, it’s all I ask
All thought, has ended here
I’m here inside
I’m wrapped too tight
All of us must hold a line
Suspended here, or burned alive
For god and countrymen
Call the boys and call the cops
The wailing wall, does it ever stop
I’ll cut you if you smile
I’m here inside
I’m here, alright
I’m wrapped too tight
You’d better tell your friends
They’re coming for your father
You’d better tell your friends
They’re coming for your father
And I feel that if I try, erected here a mile high
It’s woken me again
I’m here inside
I’m wrapped too tight