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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tommy Stinson
Tommy Stinson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Stinson
Tommy Stinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Philip Broussard
Philip Broussard
Recording Engineer
Tommy Stinson
Tommy Stinson
Producer
Sean Beavan
Sean Beavan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You've got a close eye on the world outside From the inside of your cage And you're staring through the cracks in the drapes for a key With a midget on your back, goin' blind and mean How much could you ask for? How much would you ask for? Something of use will come Of these worn out shoes Something of use will come Of these painful dues The bastard's wearing the dresses now He bitches, no one calls him by his name My baby, she's got the blues Another rapist grows into his running shoes How much could you ask for? How much would you ask for? Dear god, can't you just leave me alone Said the martyr to the thief Ohh, there's not enough room in this reflection for two Now one of us is gonna have to leave in peace, someday Something of use will come Of these dried up tears Something of use will come Of the blood and the blues if we waste another year It's always someday Someday, something of use will come (It always come right) You lift yourself from the gutter to the grave They'll fax you your last rights Well, maybe I said everything is all right Well, they're just not unbearable How much would you ask for? Ohh, no, how much could you ask for? 'Cos someday, something of use will come Of these lives that we choose Someday, something of use will come Of the blood and the blues of this wasted youth (Someday, something of use will come) Someday, something of use will come (It always come right)
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