Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
I dream happy endings just to sit through court proceedings
That put my brother in the drunk tank
And leave me my father believing in bad luck
Suicide stalks my relatives
Birth control mocks all of us
The foetus police are knocking
They want to know if I'm planning
To grow up
Do you consider yourself a lucky man?
Or is there a clumsy high school marching band
With shadows following you?
There has got to be a verse after this one
Or my heart just might fail
To move
She said bodies are for bruising
Children's eyes are meant for losing
So stick in a needle in my promise
My heart wasn't that enormous after all
My family flunked the living test
They're caught between cancer and cardiac arrest
The dread squad is knocking now
And they want to know if I'm planning
To give up
Do you think you are so special
You might possess a unique sorrow nobody else has found?
Do you think this is only profession?
Well you can play your chord progression
Into the ground
Into the ground
Into the ground