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• Artiste: Jesse Welles
• Titre: Grapes Of Wrath
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I know your son is handicapped And it can't be easy All the useless platitudes We all say on the way to our evenings I've seen some brand-name hate On some generic human beings People say they wanna change But they don't know what they mean You can never know a loss Like the gaping wound inside you Gnawing at your mind Every building you walk into If I sing a song of joy Who the hell would believe? If I press the grapes of wrath Is the juice even worth the squeeze? I know you loved your dad And now he's dead Y'all had some stuff to sort out Now it won't get said I've seen some brand-name hate On some generic human beings People say they wanna change But they don't know what they mean You can never know a loss Like the gaping wound inside you Gnawing on your mind Every building you walk into If I sing a song of joy Who the hell would believe? If I press the grapes of wrath Is the juice even worth the squeeze? What will happen to the shirt that you wore on your birthday When you realized everything was mostly a feeling? And you blew out the candles on your birthday cake Everything was surreal Your mother seemed so fake What's this strange tradition? What's the cult of years? I thought we'd press the grapes of wrath Instead, we all got beers You can never know a loss Like the gaping wound inside you Gnawing on your mind Every building you walk into If I sing a song of joy Who the hell would believe? If I press the grapes of wrath Is the juice even worth the squeeze?