Victorian Dad
Victorian Dad - Thin Thread songtekst
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The Jobs are worthless and the company’s are dirt Walking down my old street it's starting to hurt Recessions hitting hard and I lost my car Got debts up to my eyes you don’t seem so surprised It’s a thin thread I'm balancing on A thin thread I’m hanging on A thin thread I’ts turning you off They say well life has it's ways of making us pay The wheel still turns in plunders of hate, I got no more time for you at my door Your bickering says we don’t need to rake any more Thin thread I’m balancing on Thin thread I’m hanging on Thin thread is it turning you off? I’ve been sleeping on floors and taking scores The thin line of reality pours it's not a walk in the park it's seriously Dark I’m falling form my thin, thin thread Thin thread I’m hanging on A thin thread on balancing on A thin thread I’m falling from Well my body is twitching I’m heading into the storm Recessions hitting everybody stone hard From the top to the bottom we fly The thin, thin thread is your third eye Your third eye, It’s your third eye Thin Thread Thin Thread