Hammered - The Young Leaves



     
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Hammered Lyrics


Act like Jesus crucified again
These four walls are closing in
Who and what do you think you are
A rich mother-fucker in a fancy car?
Concrete jackal sucking on the past
Gold card junkie kissin' money's assYou're the monkey on my back
And it's time for you to go, hammered
You're more harm than my advice
And I don't wanna knowHey, Mr. Big Time Hollywood
Tell your story walkin' if you think you could, think you could
Your money's runnin' low on your cocaine whores
Nothin' but a rat scratchin' at my, my, my, my, my, my, my door
Hey now I've said all I'm gonna say
Time will judge, see who fades awayYou're the monkey on my back
Time for you to go, hammered
More harm than my advice
I don't wanna know
Hey you're hammered, hammer poorNow you're feelin' low, tired, and beaten

Razor blades and daggers pierce your soul
Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the hole
Get down on your knees in Hollywood
Time to kiss some assYou're the monkey on my back
And it's time for you to go
Hey you're hammered, hammer poor, yeahYou're hammered, hammer poor, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Enjoy the lyrics !!!

The Young Leaves hail from Holliston, MA. Have you ever been to Boston? Good, cause they’re nowhere near there. Then again, they’re nowhere near NJ either, and yet somehow here we are. They say they formed in 2006, but I could’ve sworn when we first heard ‘em over at BLR that they’ve been around since 1993…or maybe even 1987 for that matter. Much like their geographical location, their sound too feels like it was born out of the middle of nowhere. They’re a pop band, but they’re not exactly pop; they’re a punk band, but they’re not exactly punk.

Read more about The Young Leaves on Last.fm.


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