The Way You Were Raised

The Way You Were Raised

'What was that?' as the stuff that I spout leaves my lips
There, a crack from behind from some cat with a death wish
And the twitch takes the trail south to my heels
to the homeless steel toe capped itch

And though hipped up on black juice with red eyes and fists
The sight of my future bout rids me of red mist

Strength in numbers and width like two bears on a mouse
I give a thought to the organ that beats in my mouth
And say balls to a hurricane
I'll toast to my health

Everyday it's the battering of bones
It's the saving of face
It's the courage to turn your back on the way you were raised

I brusied my heels, I BRUISED MY HEELS!
And was confused as to how I got here
Take your scar, smirk style
Vocal rapier and foil
And bury it with yourself and your pride
Down the nearest uncovered manhole

Everyday it's the battering of bones
It's the saving of face
It's the courage to turn your back on the way you were raised

Everyday it's the battering of bones
It's the saving of face
It's the courage to turn your back on the way you were raised