Hope Was Not a Smith Family Tradition by The Pica Beats Lyrics
[Verse]
Hope, was not a Smith family tradition
Neither was coming home sober with your paycheck still intact
At least tension was a tangible situation
Unlike fate, and disease, and the cricket songs of regret
Words, were not the Smith family way of discussing
What they all knew was a curse in a language children can't speak
The devil got his tongue in a state of perpetual progress
Finding new ways of adding more splinters to the blood in our veins
[Chorus]
Hallelujah! Our little boy of ten
Has reached the top of the field again
But he's gone, out like the photograph
You had perched on the mantelpiece
Who's to say that if he'd gotten off that rattlesnake
He would both survived and been great?
But he's gone just like all your other kids
I assume, never to be bitten again
[Bridge]
Stick by the phone 'til the wind dies down
Pray for polar ice caps to flood this town
He'll call her with instructions for old and young alike
She knows he'll disagree when she says let them die (let them die)
This ain't no disaster this is the prince of parlor tea
Reclaiming wooden tables on behalf of the king and queen
The contents of your stomach fall within our lavish realm guards
Grind them up, we can't survive without our champagne and cologne
[Chorus]
And Hallelujah! Our little friend of god
Missed his tetanus shot and he got lockjaw
Now he's gone, folded like a deck of cards
Buried out by the wishing well
I saw his ghost looking just like he did in life
With his nose turned up at immigrant rights
Now he's poised, to haunt us for eternity
I would know if I was spiritual
Hallelujah! Our little boy of ten
Has reached the top of the field again
But he's gone, out like the photograph
You had perched on the mantelpiece
Who's to say that if he'd gotten off that rattlesnake
He would both survived and been great?
But he's gone just like all your other kids
I assume, never to be bitten again
[Outro]
Never to be bitten again
Never to be bitten again
Never to be bitten again
Never to be bitten again
Hope, was not a Smith family tradition
Neither was coming home sober with your paycheck still intact
At least tension was a tangible situation
Unlike fate, and disease, and the cricket songs of regret
Words, were not the Smith family way of discussing
What they all knew was a curse in a language children can't speak
The devil got his tongue in a state of perpetual progress
Finding new ways of adding more splinters to the blood in our veins
[Chorus]
Hallelujah! Our little boy of ten
Has reached the top of the field again
But he's gone, out like the photograph
You had perched on the mantelpiece
Who's to say that if he'd gotten off that rattlesnake
He would both survived and been great?
But he's gone just like all your other kids
I assume, never to be bitten again
[Bridge]
Stick by the phone 'til the wind dies down
Pray for polar ice caps to flood this town
He'll call her with instructions for old and young alike
She knows he'll disagree when she says let them die (let them die)
This ain't no disaster this is the prince of parlor tea
Reclaiming wooden tables on behalf of the king and queen
The contents of your stomach fall within our lavish realm guards
Grind them up, we can't survive without our champagne and cologne
[Chorus]
And Hallelujah! Our little friend of god
Missed his tetanus shot and he got lockjaw
Now he's gone, folded like a deck of cards
Buried out by the wishing well
I saw his ghost looking just like he did in life
With his nose turned up at immigrant rights
Now he's poised, to haunt us for eternity
I would know if I was spiritual
Hallelujah! Our little boy of ten
Has reached the top of the field again
But he's gone, out like the photograph
You had perched on the mantelpiece
Who's to say that if he'd gotten off that rattlesnake
He would both survived and been great?
But he's gone just like all your other kids
I assume, never to be bitten again
[Outro]
Never to be bitten again
Never to be bitten again
Never to be bitten again
Never to be bitten again