I, The Throw Away - Matthew Good Band
Made a man out of me A Killing machine Your baby's going to die Ma, your baby's coming home Your know they put a man on the moon Simply to prove that we all need some place to go Where we're not known Where we're not And to a lesser degree I can recall breathing easy But the deficit rolls - Built up I suppose Picking up the pieces Of another fucked up reason For selling off some freedom That was never free Never absolutely Never absolutely Made a mess out of me A killing machine Sometimes when I need them If I look hard enough to see them I can find my feet Cause I push against gravity In and out of having them Been led by defeat So one more time's all I'll need
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Title: I, The Throw Away