Текст песни Sam Broussard: My Former Shell

My Former Shell


Hello, I'm not home
I am far from the phone
Leave a message, better yet, leave me alone
If I'm sounding thin or hollow,
you're hearing just an echo
due to lower levels of the male hormone
I was sick, I'm getting well
I'll be happy, y'all can stay in hell
Soon I'm gonna be a shell of my former shell

I'm in a frozen hunting lodge
with a tumbler full of scotch
while my other lawyer friends are making moose extinct
I'd like to shoot those guys
draw a bead on big white eyes
but they're not worth me having to set down my drink

I was sick

Could this be my future ex-wife calling?
Darling I can hear your nails drying
Your attorney's good with small details
You're a perfect match, with his teeth and your nails

My killer instinct's gone
Shot down like a dog
Injected lethally, electrocuted, fried
I made it walk the plank
I hung it by its neck
It kicked and screamed and hollered but it never cried,
and that's the difference between it and I

I was sick







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