Home from Letter by Bed Cadet

livin it up as a brute in a suit
soak in the sun when you're
not having fun
safe as a bee bringin honey to the tree
no one's lookin go ahead and run free
joey's gotta go he's tryna run the show
he's getting away with a building in a blaze
his legs are sticks
he is runnin outta tricks
and his baby girl is cryin with a diaper full of shit

the storm is comin down
but we gotta skip town
and no one's coming 'round
to come and help up out
my baby girl is cryin
it's a bit to late
cuz the mafia has come now to take her away

there's nothin i can do to try and get her back
so i'll sit here and wait
on these cold rail tracks
cuz something might strike me
in the fuckin head
then i'll come back to
fail again
baby girl i love you
daddy's comin home
dry your eyes with tissue
you will never be alone
i'll be with you in spirit
that is what they say
but be yourself
and you'll be ok

• Punk
• folk rock
• indie rock
• rock
• Glendale