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DRY BONES lyrics : "Garage Door"

Where is my son
Your seventeen years old
Right now boozing seems so cool

But you're just a kid
You're going to throw it all away


You kept the secret for long enough
It's so easy to see when it's become your everything
I know what you do

I won't tell your mom
It would break her heart if she ever knew


I can't see through the smoke
Another shot of whiskey won't help
The room is spinning

And I can see everything

I can't see through the smoke

Another shot of whiskey won't help
It's just not worth it in the end
I never want to feel this way again


Tell me son
Tell me is it worth it?

Putting your family aside?
Watching your mother cry?
You're nothing but trouble

Your reputation can show

I'm done playing games

Don't slam the door in my face
I've kept the secrets for you
What any good dad would do

I raised you better than this
I raised you better than this


I can't see through the smoke
Another shot of whiskey won't help
The room is spinning

And I can see everything

I can't see through the smoke

Another shot of whiskey won't help
It's just not worth it in the end
I never want to feel this way again


Son take a swing
But it won't change a thing

I can't fight my son
You're just scaring me
I seem mad

And I'm sorry
You dug this hole for yourself


We have to send you away
I want to see you alive
Become a man for the ages

You'll have a wife and four kids
I want you to make it
I love you so much

Nothing will ever change it

I want to see you alive

Become a man for the ages
You'll have a wife and four kids
I know that you make it


I can't see through the smoke
Another shot of whiskey won't help

It's just not worth it in the end
I never want to feel this way again


I know someday
You'll raise up your kids better than I ever did
Our secrets and promises will stretch back for years


I know someday
You'll raise you kids better than I ever did
Son you're a man for the ages
I knew it was just a matter of time

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