Fundamental Breakdown - Foghorn Leghorn

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Lately, I've had this bad sinking feeling A premonition There ain't gonna be a happy ending No happy ending And I've been trying to reach out And hold you The more I try, I push you away From me Away from me Maybe I'll go down to Clonakilty Got friends over there, I could work for Maybe the good times and the memories Might change your mind If I ask you this time To go with me go with me No matter in this world, where you wander What matters is how you live in this world Maybe the good times and the memories If I ask you this time You might change your mind And come with me And come with me Lately, I've had this bad sinking feeling A premonition, there ain't going to be a happy ending No happy ending

These battles hard to it Hard fought and hard won No one a winner No one a wandering son Shoulder arms at the ready Make good and take aim Ill winds may be blowing But we're all that remains Whatever the reasons whatever the game Who's ever proceedings but not in my name There'll always be someone to answer It's always the same Ill winds may be blowing But we're all that remains As big as the land and the ocean As far as that may seem Whatever is fixed can be broken You know what I mean I'll always be someone and other Someone to blame Ill winds may be blowing But we're all that remains Ill winds may be blowing But we're all that remains We're all that remains We're all that remains

Smoking weed goes fast and faster See his eyes lit up with joy Mixing pleasure with disaster Got a job as a pizza boy Got a job as a pizza boy Up on the pavement With the wheel bent One more job and he's done Going the wrong way down the one-way Hit the road and he's gone Fifty orders to deliver From the poor to the hoi polloi Throw them all into the river Loves his job as a Pizza boy Loves his job as a Pizza boy Sneak on the inside Through the red light One more job and he's done Going the wrong way on the one-way Hit the road and he's gone Oooooooh Oh sweet Jesus The brakes I'm falling The road is so hard And the angels are calling Me Are calling Me Back on the pavement Through the red light One more job and he's done Back on the one-way going the wrong way Hit the road and he's gone

I've got bad thoughts on my mind Nobody knows the trouble I'm in So dark they make me feel blind Nobody knows, but me I'm way in over my head Nobody knows that trouble I'm in Spend more and more days in bed Nobody knows, but me My sorrow, sorrow sorrow Got my back up against the wall Nobody knows the trouble I'm in Stand-up, struggle and fall Nobody knows, but me Every stake is doubled and paid Nobody knows the trouble, I'm in Boxed in, can't wait to escape Nobody knows, but me My sorrow, sorrow sorrow Hungry babies don't understand What makes their daddy, a worrying man Losing money losing sleep Making promises that you can't keep hey Somethings gonna give My Sorrow Sorrow Sorrow

Cold alone, and lonely past the stroke of time A mother had a baby looked just fine There was something wrong, he couldn't breathe too easily The Doctors. Put that boy in the machine Holding onto life He clung onto the world Found himself a place to call a home But There was something wrong He couldn't think too easily The doctors kept that boy in the machine He used to laugh, he like to dream The boy was stuck in the machine Till he found someone to help him find a way Tried to make sense of himself And not rely on someone else The machine had found its way inside the boy So he found himself a life And a wife to call his own He found himself a way to get along There was much less wrong He could breathe more easily The story of that boy in the machine