Well as Well Songtext
von Before Braille
Well as Well Songtext
How will I father
A minion worth the bother
Of keeping my glut?
Oh will I falter
And never reach the altar
Where faith is unplugged?
Am I worth consideration
Or the plausible elation
That comes biting tongues?
Will it always be a secret?
Fine, go ahead and keep it
I′ve got some of my own
Look at that kid
No son of mine
He wreaks of pain and guilt
Soaked up and stained in his eyes
That he cleans with serpentine
Rays in his mouth
He'll sunburn
Graze where it is hot
Burns his throat
Will he spit fire
Or will he learn to stop?
I can′t calm down or sit back
And watch you struggle
But I can just give up
On myself
I'll carry a heavy load
On my shoulders
For a pat on the back
Or a star on your flag
Or just be vocal
And it's what it is
When it′s defined
And goes down smooth
With a glass of grime
The conscience shifts
To mark the times
Nobody′s to blame
If they cover their eyes
And act surprised
Will i father a son?
Tell me how he will be
Will he fall
In traps that I have set and placed
And scattered all around me?
Will he reach with his arms?
Will he pull up his sleeves?
Have I scared him
From work and love and friendship
And success that's always avoided me?
Is it my fault?
Am I sick or sick in me?
We′ve all got our own disease!
I'm as well as well (as well as well)
As well as well as I can be
A minion worth the bother
Of keeping my glut?
Oh will I falter
And never reach the altar
Where faith is unplugged?
Am I worth consideration
Or the plausible elation
That comes biting tongues?
Will it always be a secret?
Fine, go ahead and keep it
I′ve got some of my own
Look at that kid
No son of mine
He wreaks of pain and guilt
Soaked up and stained in his eyes
That he cleans with serpentine
Rays in his mouth
He'll sunburn
Graze where it is hot
Burns his throat
Will he spit fire
Or will he learn to stop?
I can′t calm down or sit back
And watch you struggle
But I can just give up
On myself
I'll carry a heavy load
On my shoulders
For a pat on the back
Or a star on your flag
Or just be vocal
And it's what it is
When it′s defined
And goes down smooth
With a glass of grime
The conscience shifts
To mark the times
Nobody′s to blame
If they cover their eyes
And act surprised
Will i father a son?
Tell me how he will be
Will he fall
In traps that I have set and placed
And scattered all around me?
Will he reach with his arms?
Will he pull up his sleeves?
Have I scared him
From work and love and friendship
And success that's always avoided me?
Is it my fault?
Am I sick or sick in me?
We′ve all got our own disease!
I'm as well as well (as well as well)
As well as well as I can be
Writer(s): Dan Kelly Reed, David Paul Jensen, Rajiv Divjang Patel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com