at every turn Savin Hill, it was my start Beginning of a lifetime I still remember those days clearly Cannot forget my roots or when it really started Savin Hill
Translation: Street Dogs. Savin Hill.
When you're stuck in a deep, self reflective mode Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow When you feel like your will to live will implode Reach for 2 bottles
The handwriting was on the wall, but I refused to read it Our end always hung in the balance, apparent to both me and you But now you're looking for
Take your soapbox rants and your politics Stick them where the sun don't shine Won't solicit your advice You're on the red carpet Espousing your opinions
Woke up this morning, wondered what planet I was on On the cover of a Rolling Stone was another dumb young blonde While the icons of our day all slowly
We've passed the point of argument, the tension fills the air I try to mediate diplomatically, but you don't even care It's time to put them up and throw
Remember those five-dollar days armed with a paintbrush And how he's soldiered on with hard work and full coffee cups You inspired me, with your tenacity
them at every turn Savin Hill it was my start Beginning of a lifetime I still remember those days clearly Cannot forget my roots Or when it really started Savin Hill
I can't stop these visions in my head When I wake up in the morning and I get out of bed When the revelry is calling me and I don't want to rise I roll
Loser, some times I feel, but I know it's not real I've told myself this a million times before Time and time again, I try to see things 'til the end
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love, and
I met a girl at the bar during last call I should have known that it wouldn't go real far She sucked me in by the way she stared at me Now she's gone
