Something Someone Jr. Songtext
von The Growlers

I′m just spinning and my eye is weak
I can't find peace in a form of speech
Views change color red hot, ice cold
Black ain′t a color happiness ain't gold

But it's hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free
Yeah It′s hard for you to
Understand if you can′t feel me, I understand

I ain't in a western in a way I can grasp
I try to hold on to something that is fast
Something is a way of say you don′t know
Then is just a way of make invisible

My name is someone junior
Who is my dad?
Mama is Catherine Anne Hoover and she's all that
My name is something someone junior
Who is my dad?
Mama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and she′s all that
And a bag of shit


But it's hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free
Yeah It′s hard for you to
Understand if you can't feel me, I understand

I'm a municipal and the mundane
I try to keep weird keep from the same
I haven′t read an outline on how to pass youth
Rather than get passed I pass doobs
I′m out I'm in it′s hard to live in this given culture
All the hers and hims
All of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures, all around

I'm so sick and my head′s in a cast
I try to hold on to something that is fast
Something is a way of say you don't know
Then is just a way of make invisible

My name is someone junior
Who is my dad?
Mama is Catherine Anne Hoover and she′s all that and a bag of
And my name is something someone junior
Who is my dad?
Mama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and she's all that
And a bag of...