Been There Lately

Been There Lately

Have seen them raise an eye, I’m coming home
Seedy and crawlin’, seven years or more
Now you know where I’m goin’
A beautiful shade of blue and pale
A color you bought at a junkie’s yard sale
Stop your cryin’, Stop your cryin’
Well I’m Lazy now – the summer crazy farm is all I own with…

My Motor, my thrills, I needed my space
My Prison, my drugs, let’s go to my place

Ain’t been there lately
Ain’t been there lately
Ain’t been there lately – there’s no room

Well I sacrificed all the people
that were killin’ me and since gone away
Three of them murdered, two livin’
Now even god’s gone, not much left to say
If there’s a day you wanna come by
Everybody knows i’ll just be sittin’ here
Drop on by now, let’s get high now
The reverend reminded me your redemption can be paid with…

My Motor, my thrills, I needed my space
My Prison, my drugs, let’s go to my place

Ain’t been there lately
Ain’t been there lately
Ain’t been there lately – there’s no room

Ain’t been there lately
Ain’t been there lately
Ain’t been there lately
Ain’t been there lately, lately

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