Leaving Empty Handed - Kolordpimp

Two in the morning, dry-dock town The river roll away in the night Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah, and the sailing ship just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail She's just a lying there, silent in pain He lean on the tourist rail A mother and her baby and the college of war In the concrete graves You never wanna fight against the river law Nobody rules the waves Yeah, and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark The single-handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark He's up on the bridge on the self-same night The mariner of dry dock land Two in the morning but there's one green light And a man on a barge of sand She's a gonna slip away below him Away from things he's done But he just shouts, "Hey man, what you call this thing?" He could have said "Pride of London" On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark Yeah, the single-handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark

Caught you red handed What you've been hiding from me? Why you look so anxious? Didn't you wanna be free? I'm done with all the lying No, you won't see me crying Caught you red handed Now you mean nothing to me I saw the hand prints on your Rover You smell like cologne and Corona Your phone lighting up, say, "Come over" You tell me that you don't know 'em So what's this on your neck? On your back, that's a scratch, it wasn't me, baby I won't miss Your lies, how you walk, how you talk, it's driving you crazy And you know Gave you chance on chances Oh, but you burnt through all of them And that's when I Caught you red handed What you've been hiding from me? Why you look so anxious? Didn't you wanna be free? I'm done with all the lying No, you won't see me crying Caught you red handed Now you mean nothing to me Caught, caught you red handed Caught, caught you red handed Caught you red handed Now you mean nothing to me Caught, caught you red handed Caught, caught you red handed Caught you red handed Now you mean nothing to me They told me this hoe wasn't loyal While I'm treating you like you royal But now we're just water and oil It's so sad and I feel bad for ya So what's this on your neck? On your back, that's a scratch it wasn't me, baby I won't miss Your lies how you walk, how you talk, it's driving you crazy And you know Gave you chance on chances Oh, but you burnt through all of them And that's when I Caught you red handed What you've been hiding from me? Why you look so anxious? Didn't you wanna be free? I'm done with all the lying No, you won't see me crying Caught you red handed Now you mean nothing to me (Now you mean nothing to me) (Now you mean nothing to me) (Now you mean nothing to me) (Now you mean nothing to me) (Now you mean nothing to me) (Now you mean nothing to me) Caught you red handed What you've been hiding from me? (Yuh) Caught you red handed What you've been hiding from me? Why you look so anxious? Didn't you wanna be free? I'm done with all the lying No, you won't see me crying Caught you red handed Now you mean nothing to me Caught, caught you red handed Caught, caught you red handed Caught, caught you red handed Caught, caught you red handed I'm done with all the lying No, you won't see me crying Caught you red handed Now you mean nothing to me

Don't know much about you Don't know who you are We've been doing fine without you But, we could only go so far Don't know why you chose us Were you watching from above Is there someone there that knows us Said we'd give you all our love Will you laugh just like your mother Will you sigh like your old man Will some things skip a generation Like I've heard they often can Are you a poet or a dancer A devil or a clown Or a strange new combination of The things we've handed down I wonder who you'll look like Will your hair fall down and curl Will you be a mama's boy Or daddy's little girl Will you be a sad reminder Of what's been lost along the way Maybe you can help me find her In the things you do and say And these things that we have given you They are not so easily found But you can thank us later For the things we've handed down You may not always be so grateful For the way that you were made Some feature of your father's That you'd gladly sell or trade And one day you may look at us And say that you were cursed But over time that line has been Extremely well rehearsed By our fathers, and their fathers In some old and distant town From places no one here remembers Come things we've handed down