Lyrics

FAREWELL 

Down by the river, I saw a man.
He looked on me, and he say.
Young man, be careful with your plans.
Follow them with strength.
Never give up, not on any day.

He said, young man.
He said, live well.
He said, young Dan.
I bid you a farewell.

Down by the docks, I saw a woman.
She looked down at me, and said.
Young boy, be careful and stay way from trouble.
Don't get yourself in deep.
Be very good, and one day you'll be wed.

She said, young boy.
She said, live well.
She said, young joy.
I bid you a farewell.

Down below the bridge, I met a kid.
I looked at him and yelled.
Young son, be careful 'bout who you meet.
Not all of us are as good as you.
So be wary, and some day you won't be impelled.

I said, young son.
I said, live well.
I said, young fun.
It only last so long.
So enjoy it with a heartful song.
Now i bid you a farewell.

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 THIS IS THE MAN

People say that this man is crazy.
The words they say are what makes him angry.
Like knives the ycut to the center.
Then he can't stop his temper.
But you haven't see the real him.
You've seen his angry trims,
But the man he is beneath.
Thats the man he keeps under the sheath.

This is the man that you say is crazy.
This is the man you love to make so angry.
This is my friend.
His love will make amends.

Like you said before.
He may be mad or more.
But he's one of the best friends I ever had.
And I can't just stand by as you make him sad.
You can say all this shit about this man.
You just gave him one quick scan.
But this is the man that will save your life.
Even though now he's seems in rife.

This is the man that you say is crazy.
This is the man you love to make so angry.
This is my friend.
His love will make amends.

You can call him psycho.
But then you must call me too.
You can say god made a type-o.
But I am one too.
No matter what you do.
We will always know you don't know the truth.

This is the man that you say is crazy.
This is the man you love to make so angry.
This is my friend.
His love will make amends.
So just stop playing pretend.

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 FALLING RAIN

hey, dad.
what do you think of your boy now?
hey, dad.
what do you think of me now?

sitting at home,
he was only 13.
He thought he was alone.
decided to act mein.
he turned up that amp.
turned it up all the way.
strummed a chord and gave away.
no more pain.
no more hate.
just the sound,  of falling rain.

He yelled.
hey, dad.
what do you think of your boy now?
hey, dad.
what do you think of me now?

he heard someone busting through that door.
just thought it was no one and nothing more.
next thing he knew he was across the room.
With a pain in his head.
No more rain, it fell on his bed.
He heard a voice.
an angry voice.
it sayed, i told you not to play that thing anymore.
and he left.
the boy got up and plugged it in.

he yelled.
hey, dad.
what do you think of your boy now?
hey, dad.
what do you think of me now?
Hey, dad.
what do you think of your son now.
Hey, dad.
Hey, dad.
What do you think now.

Ended up going to bed with more than a broken nose.
He could show someone tomorrow but no one knows.
I think i'll take another peice of him.
Then i'll turn his ass in.
Before he fell asleep,
he closed his eyes and wispered.

hey, dad.
what do you think of your boy now? (now)
hey, dad.
what do you think of me now? (now)

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WHAT IS NEXT

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DEADMAN'S BLANKET 

I sleep with a deadman's blanket.
It keeps me warm.
It keeps me warm.
I sleep knowing full and well.
Oh, where this blanket is from.

I sleep with a deadman's blanket.
I have a six-foot hole below me.
And coffin waiting for me.
Next to my bed.

The coffin beside me.
The hole below me.
The deadman's blanket.
It all keeps me alive.
They all keep me well.
I sleep well knowing they are there.

I sleep with a deadman's blanket.
I have a six-foot hole below me.
And coffin waiting for me.
Next to my bed.
It's next to my bed.

Even though it keeps well.
I don't like the view.
No I don't like the view.
It's a little more than what i knew.
But the blanket always keeps me warm.
Late in the night.
Early in the mourning.

I sleep with a deadman's blanket.
I have a six-foot hole below me.
And coffin waiting for me.
Next to my bed.
Keeps me warm.
Keeps me warm.
Keeps me warm with a deadman's blanket.