You Am I Hourly Daily
Don't let there be Somthing sout in my coffee This fourteen year old Is screaming get out of my country I won't let him rise Just to say goodbye Hourly Daily This August call Brings somthing bad in his sock draw There's too much hate Covering up those once white walls I don't wan't my boy To think that I'm only to avoid Tread safe, Hourly Daily He's the spiting image of the oldest of two Now what kind of mess have you got yourself into? Make the morning pledge To the hum of the city quiet Pray [that] the daybreak sun Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night Bring one good face Into this house today Hourly Daily He's the spiting image of the oldest of two Now what kind of mess have you got yourself into
