Sado-Domestics

Lyrics

What do I do if it’s
lonely like people are
crying and begging for
Their piece of the pie

The urge is surreal
The surge will reveal
Milk down the drain
The smell of crooked rain

Oh cry, cry, cry
Don’t get you anywhere
And everyone says
You’re a lie, lie, lie
No one listens
Anymore

The time that we had
It wasn’t so bad
A beach day in black and white
The shadows were outtasite

The past is auxiliary
The future’s a burning tree
Wherever there’s wood to burn
The future will be

Oh cry, cry, cry
Don’t get you anywhere
And everyone says
You’re a lie, lie, lie
No one listens
Anymore

If I could get in the wind
You know that I would

If I could get in the wind
You know that I should

If I could get in the wind
You know that I would

If I could get in the wind
I’d get in it good