Thee Armada - Guess I'm Inconvenience lyrics

rate me

I saw you throw him overboard

To feed a fetish for the wolves

Just like they did to you

To follow up your cue

The headline reads on Sunday morning

Be careful what you choose

Guess I'm an unborn slave

Tragically far from grave

I found a way to test a theory

Parents living vicariously

Molding all our minds

Slowly bettering their lives.

Until another goodbye, another warning

The instigators are the two left mourning

A rebel yell that everyone can scream

Out loud

Oh, let your voice be heard

We're flying free birds

A rebel yell that everyone can scream

Out loud

Oh, let your voice be heard

We're flying free birds

And who are we to blame for

Certainly not the media

Please give us the answers

Oh, oh dear Mom and Dad.

I'm writing you from prison,

I'm writing from the streets

Where I learned to get away for awhile

To shoot down your selfish dreams

I'm insecure from all of the talks that we've had

This one's for you

Oh so dear, sweet Mom and Dad.

Another goodbye, another warning

The instigators are the two left mourning.

A rebel yell that everyone can scream

Out loud

Oh, let your voice be heard

We're flying free birds

A rebel yell that everyone can scream

Out loud

Oh, let your voice be heard

We're flying free birds

I've walked these lines

To hold my own grandeur