"Grudge Music" as written by and Josh Newton Ryan Leger....
Deaf, blind granite block
Content to graze with familiar stock
A local lard, not an english black
We don't venture into the fog
Homeward bound and gagged not twenty steps from the door
Dispensable as cooks at sea or journalists sent to war
No one found me spellbinding, no one offered me a drink

But by crippled hands at the potters wheel
I was given shape and sex appeal
Sent to work the graveyard shift at heaven's jdc
Legend to the peasants there
Lies that caught me unaware

I've wandered into your graces, so how do I get out?
I want out

It's been quiet for too long
But pompous phrases and alarms can't help you now
And every pervert outside of every fence has had his fill of your kids
He's clocking out

Such indecisive crusaders
A martyr made into a scenic blur
Lookout into a left behind with wounded pride
No one finds me spellbinding, no one is buying me a drink

I've been fed to the lions
Left high and dry by the 8th circle of hell
Where are the spoils?
I want the ticker tape parade
Damn these filthy rats


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"Grudge Music [*]" as written by Jordan Taylor Buckley Andrew John Williams

Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING

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    General CommentTo me, this sounds a little bit like he (the narrator) knew he would be going to Hell when he died, and was expecting to be the life of the party when he got there, but once he did nobody cared. He wasn't important because his sins were petty and there are many others who were much worse.
    HeBrokeAStringon May 11, 2012   Link

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