Shoulda Been Fine (Live @ Lincoln Street Sessions)

from by Cigarettes and Milk

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Street kids whipping back glasses on the cornerstone
Well they'll be fine, yeah they'll be fine
Coming home to a lady after working overtime
It shoulda been fine, it shoulda been fine
But she was hanging from the ceiling fan crying

There is no home left for the lost boy
Curious redundancies for the travelers in town
Mannequins strike poses holding wilted roses
The colors of life live feeble for the sounds

The exhaust fan is kicking and killing him
With ashtrays oh, outer space
And the crust punks spread disease
Poisoned love and posthumous defeat
Stable words for stable homes
Built a heart from dust and bones
Fixing faux of the psuedointellectuals
Misinformed knowledge of those
Eating him, degrading him
Yeah dropping bombs and parading him
Calling out, "Father save me"
Left him now since just a baby
Hell with this, pills and pigs
Bloody knives and flashing lights
Now he's dead and slinging shots
At heavens door, "Knock knock knock"
This suit and tie, shaven face
I tried to live but it's a waste

There is no home left for the lost boy
It shoulda been fine, oh it shoulda been fine

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from Hey Sorry I'm a Mess, released March 25, 2018

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Cigarettes and Milk Portland, Oregon

Everyone says my moniker is gross. Cigarettes and Milk is the factual and fictitious project of Waldo Przekop. Which is me. Stories of a kid who hates the system of oppression put in place by a capitalist society. Songs of my deepest internal grief and anxiety. I am emotional, almost none of my music is happy. I am a lo-fidelity musician and I am folk out of the gutter. A blueberry farmer too. ... more

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