Purgatory

The Tossers

Composição de: Tony Duggins / The Tossers
Where do children go when they're not crying childish tears
They go to paradise up above and live throughout the years
But then where do they go when they do cause their parents 
grief
They spend all long years in a firey hell where there is no
 relief

In Purgatory, oh all the day
Purgatory is where the dead roll ever on

What's a poor kid going to do but go and shave their head
A life of crime is what they lead or wander the streets 
instead
Because anything must be better than already what they've 
had
And if you want any class of affirmation not preoccupation 
you must do something bad

Pray every bead on your rosary, be thankful and be true
For lies make baby Christus cry and the horsemen come for 
you
A ghost white horse with snapping jowls and firey smokey 
eyes
And never can you run fast enough as you trip and fall 
aside

One morning when this life is over I will fly away
No more shackles on my feet and no more tears I will 
display
I won't need a sense of accomplishment no nothing I ever 
got
And if I can hold it out I'm sure I can forgo the lot

I'm closing doors and torturing those nearest me like a 
moth unto a flame
I don't know how this will end or how to deal with this 
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pain
I need to find some sense of direction here past anything 
I've tried
And by God of all this bullshit does it never not subside

They say psychology starts when you're younger but that I 
cannot see
I've no idea what ever happened to me nor can I explain 
this anxiety
I kept hearing I was idle but I can prosper just in spite
I'd be the working class hero of my ideals and family and I
 make it right

But you can't meet the match to your state of being 'cause 
everyones changes hourly
And you can't expect only one person to satisfy you 
eternally
To satisfy you emotionally, psychologically, sexually and 
intellectually for life
You must love more than one person and pursue more than one
 thing boys and girls that is my advice

And now we've took to pining caoining for our spacious loss
I'd like to think my friend's not wandering for once he 
isn't lost
And not bound and chained to tread throughout all eternity
Anxious for dreams that we're back together, by dreams of 
what could be

Well it's been a messed up life and now you're gone and who
 knows where
Every corner that I turn around I swear I see you there
And you asked my God of all this pain, does it never ever 
end
Well no not for your family or those who cannot comprehend
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