(Listen here: Double Odd Buck – Curse God It’s Monday)
Stressed out shell, you’re burning, burning,
Itching from the inside, burning up.
Burning alone, thinking no one would listen,
Burning alone, thinking no one should care.
Fall down, fall down, fall down again.
Fall down, fall down, fall down dead.
Fall down, fall down, fall down again.
Fall down, fall down, fall down dead.
In the rain I found you
Curled up and crying,
Freezing, clenched wreck
Cold, wet tears drowned your face.
No more dizzy, sad fire inside of yourself
That you’d jealously guarded from anyone else.
This city stinks of desperation —
No reprieve from rote condemnations.
Full of despair, easy Hell to be taken
Like a pill that sickens you.
Lyrics © Robert Glen Fogarty, 1994
Performed by Double Odd Buck for Liberty Park Recordings, 1994
Eric Kmiec: Bass
Mike Hanyzewski: Guitar
Tim Albert: Drums
Robert Glen Fogarty: Vocals
[Photo by Craig Sunter]