Friendly Folk by The Beautiful Girls Club

Friendly Folk

Well, I've seen too many things
To be alive

Smoke stacks suck in air
And bleed us dry.

Funny how being above
Can't satisfy me no more.

Well I watched from my window
Eight kids out on the ice
And they fell into the cracks
And were berried with new snow
I said nothing.

Like to point out
Mom did nothing wrong.

The public's harping on the old
She hit me song.

Weird how we care
When it's not us.

But as she tucks me into bed
And says one day I'll be something great.
Says the same thing to my sister
And then I sit and wait
For her friends to come.

Two years down the road
It's summertime

Shifting through my thoughts
And the body count is high

I wonder to myself
Why them and not me

And they finally pull them up
And I recognize their faces
It was many years ago
When I watched them go to new places.
And the blues they see my face
Suspicion all abound
Pack my things and head out
Oh I won't be left around
Well it was me
I must confess it was

• Funk
• Neo-Soul
• Rock
• indie rock
• Eliot