"Hourly, Daily" as written by and Tim Adrian Rogers....
Don't let there be
Something sour in my coffee
There's fourteen year olds
Screaming get out of my country
I won't let him rise just to say goodbye

Hourly, daily

The August cold
Brings something bad in its sock drawer
There's too much hate
Covering up those once white walls
I don't want my boy thinking I'm only to avoid
Tread safe

Hourly, daily

He's the spitting image and the oldest of two
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?

Make a morning pledge
To the heart of the city quiet
Pray the daybreak sun
Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night
Bring one good face into this house today

Hourly, daily

He's the splitting image and the oldest of two
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?


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"Hourly, Daily" as written by Tim Adrian Rogers

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    General CommentIt's about the mother of a skinhead. Timmy was watching a doco about skinheads and sat their wondering what their mothers thought of them or thats what he claims in an interview anyway.
    Dressed2Depresson July 20, 2006   Link

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