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A Pitcher Of Pabst For Batman

from A Pitcher Of Pabst For Batman by Benecio & Walker Present...

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lyrics

No, I won't pay for that drink
Unless you give me some time to think
Five minutes or so to sort this out
And that should do the trick
And this town, it overwhelms
It's the closest thing to hell

And you're running a race
And your money's on fire
And your love's been replaced
By the things that you hate
And I'm paying my time
It's the least bit required
Then I'm out, I'm out of this place

This pitcher of Pabst, it don't seem to last
And I'm parched for satisfaction
But there isn't much hope
And each night seems so slow
With no woman to feed my attraction
And where's the fun in that?

Small town is just two words
For this fucked up little world
(I'm closing my eyes 'cause I'm getting the spins)
I'm sick of apathy
I only want release
(I've got to wake up from this state that I'm in)

Claim defeat
You'll never take what you want from me
Force my hand
It'll kick into gear all those things I have planned

Each night blends into one
Between liquor and lost causes
Perhaps this once was fun
Before we drowned in repetition
But I can say with confidence
That I am getting out of this

Away from the draw
Of a chemical squall
And the heat of the sun
And the sweat on our backs
And we'll peel off our skin
Oh, it's burning again
I'm asking too much
From this heart that I lack
And each day just fuels my frustration

And this pitcher of Pabst, I fear has gone flat
And with it all my conviction
I'm searching for hope
Still I sit all alone
And fight off my worst addictions
And what's the fun in that?

Small town is just two words
For this fucked up little world
(I'm closing my eyes 'cause I'm getting the spins)
I'm sick of apathy
I only want to leave
(I've got to wake up from this state that I'm in)

Claim defeat
You'll never take what you want from me
Force my hand
It'll kick into gear all those things I have planned
Put out that fire
Yeah, it's swallowing me, yeah, it's swallowing us
Try and stand
I'm wavering still from this nightmare I've lived

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from A Pitcher Of Pabst For Batman, released August 13, 2010
Song written and performed by:

Benecio A. Jones - Guitar, Piano, Vocals
Walker Badadanko - Bass, Harmonica, Vocals

Produced for Benecio & Walker Industries
in association with BS/BW

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