The Barrel by Nicholas Franchise Lyrics
You earned it didn’t you?
You earned it all and he can too
Papa’s apartment and the corporate zoo
After all you call him animal
Now he should stop feeling sorry for himself
There’s no need for bloody handouts
And ya Daddy’s car and his father’s palm?
That don’t count they’re not really passed on
You’re inheritance is hardly the reason that you’re doing well
He should just get out of bed like you did who cares if there’s no mum and cereal
How could looking around and seeing nothing but failed souls
Ever be natal?
Stuck in the barrel of the rut and he’s lost by Monday
Heard Sunday’s sermon but who could blame his search for something
Quick and far from home
Young man tries take hold
So he loads the barrel of his gun and he’s caught the same day
Heard your sermon but who could blame his dreams of someday
Sipping out of gold
One man you won’t know
You told us didn’t you
You told us all just what he’d do
Committing wrongs and got a cell for two
After all it’s all they wanna choose
Now he can start thinking hard ‘bout what he’s done
No need for pre-emptive intervention
And when his son don’t have no father to learn
That don’t matter he can figure it out on his own
Your negligence is hardly the reason this is cyclical
He should’ve worked hard for his kids who cares if decent employers are cynical
How could looking around and seeing breadwinning criminals
Ever be fatal?
Born in the barrel of the rut and he’s lost from 1st day
Heard Dad’s hearing but who could blame his search for something
Quick and far from home
Young man tries take hold
So he loads the barrel of his gun, on the run by Monday
Heard your sermon but who could blame his dreams of someday
Sitting counting gold
One man you won’t know
This ain’t no fair playing field
Stuck with a barrel to his gut, he was fucked from 1st day
Heard Dad’s hearing so who could blame his search for something
Quick and far from home
Young man has let go
So he shows the barrel of his gun and he’s shot by roadway
Heard your sermon so who could blame his hopes for sanctuary
In some gates of gold
Young man didn’t grow old
You earned it all and he can too
Papa’s apartment and the corporate zoo
After all you call him animal
Now he should stop feeling sorry for himself
There’s no need for bloody handouts
And ya Daddy’s car and his father’s palm?
That don’t count they’re not really passed on
You’re inheritance is hardly the reason that you’re doing well
He should just get out of bed like you did who cares if there’s no mum and cereal
How could looking around and seeing nothing but failed souls
Ever be natal?
Stuck in the barrel of the rut and he’s lost by Monday
Heard Sunday’s sermon but who could blame his search for something
Quick and far from home
Young man tries take hold
So he loads the barrel of his gun and he’s caught the same day
Heard your sermon but who could blame his dreams of someday
Sipping out of gold
One man you won’t know
You told us didn’t you
You told us all just what he’d do
Committing wrongs and got a cell for two
After all it’s all they wanna choose
Now he can start thinking hard ‘bout what he’s done
No need for pre-emptive intervention
And when his son don’t have no father to learn
That don’t matter he can figure it out on his own
Your negligence is hardly the reason this is cyclical
He should’ve worked hard for his kids who cares if decent employers are cynical
How could looking around and seeing breadwinning criminals
Ever be fatal?
Born in the barrel of the rut and he’s lost from 1st day
Heard Dad’s hearing but who could blame his search for something
Quick and far from home
Young man tries take hold
So he loads the barrel of his gun, on the run by Monday
Heard your sermon but who could blame his dreams of someday
Sitting counting gold
One man you won’t know
This ain’t no fair playing field
Stuck with a barrel to his gut, he was fucked from 1st day
Heard Dad’s hearing so who could blame his search for something
Quick and far from home
Young man has let go
So he shows the barrel of his gun and he’s shot by roadway
Heard your sermon so who could blame his hopes for sanctuary
In some gates of gold
Young man didn’t grow old