The 100th of March Songtext
von Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson

Prick on the palm
And sweet pity she′s born
And despite the details
I was caught by the con
When you're dug with the dead
Well there′s things to be said
For just walking away
Stick with the sick cause you're sorry kid
And expect some decay

It was cool
We were fooled

Letter sitting here from Jenny
Well the sight of her face
Began all my disgrace
Talking bout your friend that was
Friends with the fuzz
Was taking pictures of everything coz

It was cool
We were fooled


And I don't know anybody who wouldn′t let me down
I don′t know anybody who shouldn't let me down
I don′t know anybody who couldn't let me down
Oh, let me down

Old fat face is a fucker
But I don′t find him foul
It's that slim smirking rich kid
And the things he did with my gal

If you love being down
Meet me down here
If you love being down
If you know the part
Where it′s the
Hundredth of March
And your life won't start
And the whole damn thing
Is the hardest part

It was cool
We were fooled

And I don't know anybody who wouldn′t let me down
I don′t know anybody who shouldn't let me down
I don′t know anybody who couldn't let me down
Oh, let me down


If you love being down
Meet me down here
If you LOVE being down
If you know the part
Where it′s the
Hundredth of March
And your life won't start
And the whole damn thing
Is the hardest part
And you′re waiting...

Waiting on someone you knew once
To just come back
And remember

Sliding off the street
Falling off my feet