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i think there's something wrong with joshy
by Cottonwood Firing Squad
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Joshy
Why are you crying
Didn't everything get better when you found god
Stable
Not the home or the mind-set
Everything's broken
Nothings working anymore
Burn all the churches
And shoot the horses in stables
If they only ever give you what you need
Polish your father's gun that your grandfather gave to him
Guaranteed to break your fuckin teeth
And wash your river clean
Like the way it used to be
I've broken my lease in gods apartment complex
I'll sleep on the streets and live out of my pockets
I'll tend to a garden that nobody wanted
These houses are oceans I'll surf on their couches
And pray that an angel comes
Dressed as a vision of
The man that I thought I'd be
When I pictured growing up
He'll offer me patience
I'll drink from his paper cup
And all of his spaceships have promised to pick me up
Joshy
Why are you crying
Didn't everything get better when you found god
Stable
Not the home or the mind-set
Everything's broken
Nothings working anymore
Burn all the churches
And shoot the horses in stables
If they only ever give you what you need
Polish your father's gun that your grandfather gave to him
Guaranteed to break your fuckin teeth
And wash your river clean
Like the way it used to be
I've broken my lease in gods apartment complex
I'll sleep on the streets and live out of my pockets
I'll tend to a garden that nobody wanted
These houses are oceans I'll surf on their couches
And pray that an angel comes
Dressed as a vision of
The man that I thought I'd be
When I pictured growing up
He'll offer me patience
I'll drink from his paper cup
And all of his spaceships have promised to pick me up
