Leave A Message

By Get Dead

On Bad News

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The truth hits everyone like a million atom bombs

And I can’t understand how everybody can be so calm

Time is running out and they all just sit around

So leave your message at the beep because I am leaving town

Tell my girl I’m sorry but daddy’s gotta roam

The only time I feel at ease is a thousand miles from home

Tell the boys when I get back, whiskey shots on me

But for now I got no time to spare and I got no time to bleed

So raise your glass to a life off the grid

Raise full sails, pull anchor dead ahead

Starboard towards a future that is always unknown

And when this vessel sinks I’ll finally be home

Another night, another town, another show to play

Another friend, another pint, another girl’s heart breaks

Drunk tired and starving, lost with no money

But a stage and a crowd and a microphone is all we really need to be free

So buy us another shot and throw us in the van

If you give us no destination you’re giving us something we understand

So raise your glass to a life off the grid

Raise full sails, pull anchor dead ahead

Starboard towards a future that is always unknown

And when this vessel sinks I’ll finally be home

Now we’ve been drinking for way too long

Pineapples and Gin pouring strong

And we’ve no money for gas-o-lean

On me, live together, die free

So raise your glass to a life off the grid

Raise full sails, pull anchor dead ahead

Starboard towards a future that is always unknown

And when this vessel sinks I’ll finally be home