Thee Armada
Thee Armada - Guess I'm Inconvenience lyrics
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To feed a fetish for the wolves Just like they did to you To follow up your cue The headline reads on Sunday morning Be careful what you choose Guess I'm an unborn slave Tragically far from grave I found a way to test a theory Parents living vicariously Molding all our minds Slowly bettering their lives. Until another goodbye, another warning The instigators are the two left mourning A rebel yell that everyone can scream Out loud Oh, let your voice be heard We're flying free birds A rebel yell that everyone can scream Out loud Oh, let your voice be heard We're flying free birds And who are we to blame for Certainly not the media Please give us the answers Oh, oh dear Mom and Dad. I'm writing you from prison, I'm writing from the streets Where I learned to get away for awhile To shoot down your selfish dreams I'm insecure from all of the talks that we've had This one's for you Oh so dear, sweet Mom and Dad. Another goodbye, another warning The instigators are the two left mourning. A rebel yell that everyone can scream Out loud Oh, let your voice be heard We're flying free birds A rebel yell that everyone can scream Out loud Oh, let your voice be heard We're flying free birds I've walked these lines To hold my own grandeur