Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
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Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
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While I sit alone in this room I've got crates full of sorrow
Even more filled with shadows
That I fish out and ridicule when I'm felling lonely
I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction
It's phenomenal and unprecedented
It's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder
Mr. Scribe, I write to you pen and penchant
Aimed to pour over a fool left with no more rhymes
I'm poetically franchised
I'm in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust
I've excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost
Am I a bad seed sprouting up or am I not?
I'm sure what sad is
But listless I'm not my lists are never ending
And my emotions aren't store-bought
And tears, they either deceive or endure me
I'm your little golden nugget collecting dust
Bored with my own stale and directed thoughts
In a place where so much life and loves abound
It's amazing how little tempts me from my glass house
My Glass House was written by Darius Koski & Aust Koski.
My Glass House was produced by Ryan Greene & Swingin’ Utters.
Swingin’ Utters released My Glass House on Tue Oct 10 2000.