Lance's Dad Songtext
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Lance′s dad, Lance's dad
This song was written for
Lance′s dad, Lance's dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance′s dad

I move in small circles, not small enough to hide
I loved that Catholic boy and the people that died
Though life's a bitch, if it′s not a destination
Then why all these lives of quiet desperation?

Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance's dad
This song was written for
Lance′s dad, Lance′s dad


Pen to paper or index to key
It's all the same, just a need to be free
A rhyme or a reason; things to express
If not, what′s the point? Let's just all regress

Lance′s dad, Lance's dad
This song was written for
Lance′s dad, Lance's dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance′s dad, Lance's dad

Earliest memory: sister′s silhouette
Out of shower, very wet
Mother's slap, frontal lobe
Sister covered in a robe, vision flashing like a strobe
Life′s small vignettes

Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance's dad
This song was written for
Lance′s dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance′s dad


Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance's dad
This song was written for
Lance′s dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance′s dad

It's late and I ramble
I′m not a musician: I have trouble playing the radio
I have no interest in fame
Fame is just shame hiding under an assumed name

Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
This song was written for
Lance's dad, Lance's dad
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Lance′s dad, Lance′s dad
Expressly for the purpose of
Lance's dad, Lance′s dad
Solely for the use of
Lance's dad, Lance′s dad