Styrofoam Plates (Band demo)
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โฑ๏ธ 5:12 duration
๐ ID: 9614883
๐ Lyrics
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes
I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards
And the sting in my eyes, which you then inflicted
Was par for the course, just as when you were living
It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
But a donor of seeds to a poor, single mother
That would raise us alone, we never saw the money
That went down your throat through the hole in your belly
13 years old in the suburbs of Denver
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner
At the Catholic Church, the servers wore crosses
Shield from the sufferance plaguing the others
Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
And I'm thinking of you as I do every year
When we count all our blessings and wonder what we're doing here
You're a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
And I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet
You can deck out a lie in a suit, but I won't buy it
I won't join in the procession that's speaking their piece
Using five-dollar words while praising his integrity
And just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change the fact
He was a bastard in life, thus, a bastard in death, yeah!
I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards
And the sting in my eyes, which you then inflicted
Was par for the course, just as when you were living
It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
But a donor of seeds to a poor, single mother
That would raise us alone, we never saw the money
That went down your throat through the hole in your belly
13 years old in the suburbs of Denver
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner
At the Catholic Church, the servers wore crosses
Shield from the sufferance plaguing the others
Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
And I'm thinking of you as I do every year
When we count all our blessings and wonder what we're doing here
You're a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
And I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet
You can deck out a lie in a suit, but I won't buy it
I won't join in the procession that's speaking their piece
Using five-dollar words while praising his integrity
And just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change the fact
He was a bastard in life, thus, a bastard in death, yeah!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.35] There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes
[00:05.24] I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards
[00:10.21] And the sting in my eyes, which you then inflicted
[00:15.23] Was par for the course, just as when you were living
[00:20.37] It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
[00:25.05] But a donor of seeds to a poor, single mother
[00:30.25] That would raise us alone, we never saw the money
[00:35.40] That went down your throat through the hole in your belly
[00:42.76]
[01:00.56] 13 years old in the suburbs of Denver
[01:05.41] Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner
[01:09.79] At the Catholic Church, the servers wore crosses
[01:15.26] Shield from the sufferance plaguing the others
[01:20.28] Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
[01:25.07] Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
[01:29.52] And I'm thinking of you as I do every year
[01:34.42] When we count all our blessings and wonder what we're doing here
[01:42.39]
[03:24.17] You're a disgrace to the concept of family
[03:29.16] The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
[03:33.94] And I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet
[03:38.66] You can deck out a lie in a suit, but I won't buy it
[03:43.81] I won't join in the procession that's speaking their piece
[03:48.26] Using five-dollar words while praising his integrity
[03:53.58] And just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change the fact
[03:57.96] He was a bastard in life, thus, a bastard in death, yeah!
[04:04.45]
[00:05.24] I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards
[00:10.21] And the sting in my eyes, which you then inflicted
[00:15.23] Was par for the course, just as when you were living
[00:20.37] It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
[00:25.05] But a donor of seeds to a poor, single mother
[00:30.25] That would raise us alone, we never saw the money
[00:35.40] That went down your throat through the hole in your belly
[00:42.76]
[01:00.56] 13 years old in the suburbs of Denver
[01:05.41] Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner
[01:09.79] At the Catholic Church, the servers wore crosses
[01:15.26] Shield from the sufferance plaguing the others
[01:20.28] Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
[01:25.07] Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
[01:29.52] And I'm thinking of you as I do every year
[01:34.42] When we count all our blessings and wonder what we're doing here
[01:42.39]
[03:24.17] You're a disgrace to the concept of family
[03:29.16] The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
[03:33.94] And I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet
[03:38.66] You can deck out a lie in a suit, but I won't buy it
[03:43.81] I won't join in the procession that's speaking their piece
[03:48.26] Using five-dollar words while praising his integrity
[03:53.58] And just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change the fact
[03:57.96] He was a bastard in life, thus, a bastard in death, yeah!
[04:04.45]