I couldn't catch my breath, layin there
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Fading in and out, and I can remember Mother tellin me
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"Home is where the heart is", but my heart has long been black
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Comin to the end of my road, but I never wanted it like this, not like this
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Lookin over where they lay my mother, and louder and louder I screamed her name
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But she wouldn't say anything
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This way all too familiar, but I've never been on this side of things
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Memories of my brothers racing through my mind
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And soon I know we'll all be together again
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The sound of gunfire, so loud and rapid, but it seemed to be so quiet around me
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And out of nowhere, I feel a peace cover me
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I reach down to re-load my ticket home
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The taste of cold steel on my lips, and a second later
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Silence fills the January air
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They carried us off, and laid us in the city, to let the public see of our defeat
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But we still live on, we live on
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Years may pass, but the story will be told
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Of Mother Maylene, and us, her Sons of Disaster
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Just Wanted To Make Mother Proud
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| Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster |
