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Son Of The Bronx

from Homewrecker by The Teeth

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I was born a Son of the Bronx, a dark navy hat with no sox Packed up and moved to Cliffside Park, on to Weehawken then to the boondocks My father said “We’re cursed with memory,” but I’m having a tough time remembering Who I am and how I came to be The rise and fall of the picture family I suspect they were happy once I admit I haven’t been home in months I expect there was another plan Ashes to ashtray, Dust to dustpan But now that I’m back to life, how will I ever be the same again?
Now I walk as a ghost through a haunted house, like nothing happened Where did everyone go?
How long have I been asleep?
An unwelcomed guest in my own home
How long have I been asleep?
May you never be forgiven for what you’ve done here I will forever haunt your table breathing curses in your ear I was once a Son of the Bronx, and now I’m used to living under a rock They packed my memory into a box and then buried it out in the boondocks My father said “We’re cursed with memory,” but I’m having a tough time remembering Who I was and how I came to be Ashes to ashtray, Dust to dustpan There were skeletons that we hid in the closet from the living and the present You chose residence and it seemed to apposite You are not welcome here my darling, my dear There is nothing to fear…except me I’ll haunt you for the rest of your days, should you choose to stay You are not welcome here

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from Homewrecker, released August 14, 2012

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