BAGGAGE from MEAN THING by CASUAL BURN

Even if I went away
I'd find myself
in the very same place
nothing changed on my face
my eyes aren't mine
when I feel this way
go inside
and set the table
take me to my seat show me my place
I want to breathe a thicker air
something I can tell is there
suffering is never fair
go ahead and shove me down the –
go inside and set the table
take me to my seat show me my--
You know I can't hear
when you’re talking to me
I've got eight feet of glass in between
I don't know where to stand
or how to breathe
leave me alone before I scream
I will , I live
to kill all this
talk to me don't talk to me
You're gone dead gone dead

• Rock
• garage
• post-punk
• proto-punk
• punk
• New Orleans