It's a cloudy day you're at home but your head's in Manhattan
You're feelin' pretty guilty 'bout the dreams you've been havin'
The bones in your closet you can hear them laughin'
You can't find your list of names for people smashin'
You go to the fridge for another beer
You close your ears to drown out the noise you hear
You gotta ball and chain on the 35th floor
You drop it to the sidewalk to settle the score
You don't wanna hear nobody askin' for more
You don't wanna hear nobody askin' for more
Stupid little daydreams on your tv screen
Make you feel funny make you feel kinda mean
You got a team of mutants runnin through your head
Your best girlfriend can't find your bed
You go to the fridge but there's no beer
You can't leave your home cause your too scared
You gotta ball and chain on the 35th floor
You drop it to the sidewalk to settle the score
You don't wanna hear nobody askin' for more
You don't wanna hear nobody askin' for more
credits
released August 24, 2016
Vocals, Guitar: Steve Phillips
Guitar, Vocals: C.J. Hoty
Bass: Robin Cofer
Drums: Connor White
Words and Music: Steve Phillips
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