The Old-timer`s 2x4 Lyrics

The Old-timer`s 2x4 lyrics

walking dead on two burned feet do you have anything left to say to me? from
barber chairs and baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and drugs from
son, you could have been someone to hey there, meet my only son lost in the
mail for a convenient month. a graduation unattended 500 miles, five hundred
days we'll never talk, let's count the ways we fake it over every break and you
kick yourself for making this mistake ... actions dismantle litigation and i
thought this would be easier for me another forced smile on vacation another
disappointment paves itself into a two way street and i see you inside myself i
want to climb out of my skin i see you in myself every day and once again, i was
the worst mistake, your connection to a thirty year hate i tried hard not to
believe it i'll try harder to feel it here's to you ya old bastard