Cane of the Born - Harold Flips

My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit He was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Like autumn leaves his sense fell from him An empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within His thoughts like a hundred moths Trapped in a lampshade Somewhere within Their wings banging and burning On through endless night Forever awake he lies shaking and starving Praying for someone to turn off the light Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man My fear is hunting me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit He was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man

Row, row, row your boat These riders deep and I'c know But right now you need honey We just gotta row, row row So mud, dirt, dust and bones Raging with us eyes alone Keep your head up high and nice Untill show, show, show We gotta make some most Out of this real life So I row the boat Through swamp and tide And if I reach the coast But the time goes high I'll grab those oars again Mama I will row my boat Far from the mess that you made Mama I will row my man away You better row You better row You better row You better row I told myself You better row You better row You better row You better row Iny, miny mainy, mo There's monsters behind every door But I'm not scared this time I'm ready For war, war, war Even tho my hands are tied I'm not ... or alive Ooh We gotta make some most Out of this real life So I row the boat Through swamp and tide And if I reach the coast But the time goes high I'll grab those oars again Mama I will row my boat Far from the mess that you made Mama I will row my man away You better row You better row You better row You better row Mama I will row my boat Far from the mess that you made Mama I will row my man away You better row You better row You better row You better row I told myself You better row You better row You better row You better row