Dead Leg

Admiral Fallow // Boots Met My Face // Dead Leg

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You have grown up.
                             
Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
                           
And with annual courtroom ties,
                          
Cigarette burns in your clothes,
                         
Sugar spoons and frozen toes.

                            
And as for love;

                    
Oh God, you farce.
                              
Taught and brought up on your verse.
                          
Breaking rank deserves a curse.

            
Go home now son.
                         
I ve forbidden what you love.
                                 
Break your own glass with your glove.

 -  - 

                                
So you make blue the air.
                             
And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
                        
Swear to brutalise his wench,
                          
Burn some holes into his floor,
                      
Maybe petrol bomb his door.

Maybe not.

Maybe not.
                          
Cause that s youth today;
                                             
They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
                            
Or is it pressure from you peers?
                          
As the cries fall on deaf ears.
             
What have I done?
             
                               
What have I done?

Music By Admiral Fallow.