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Chaser Lyrics by Michael Oliva From the CD "Modern Love" (P) 2006 Getsemani Music (ASCAP)
All songs copyright © 2006, Michael B. Oliva (ASCAP). All rights reserved.
Yeah the chaser, the chaser Filling his face sir With Pall Mall, eight ball, alcohol Music ringing in his head Like the cry of the elderly wishing they were dead This town is full of its fashion whores Who would sell their souls for burning sores I’m tired of this town but in love with the fake Fake people blaming others for their mistakes Yeah the boredom kills the brain cells in his mind and leaves him staring out up to the sky Bring the chaser down Oh the white picket fences protecting the senseless Yeah the fences, the fences, hold their defenses Scared and old, we lose our senses White picket fences hold our defenses So let’s tell a few lies and run off to war We got some graves laid out But the war wants more Pray to a God and rely on faith Never learn from the past just repeat its mistakes Yeah the boredom kills the brain cells in his mind and leaves him staring out up to the sky Bring the chaser down Boy don’t run Your time will come Yeah the boredom kills the brain cells in his mind and leaves him staring out up to the sky Bring the chaser Bring the chaser Bring the chaser down |