Sour Milk
Ill take the road less traveled by
Thats what my father always said
Now he works in an office
With a whore in his bed
My mother sleeps alone at night
Dreaming of all her regret inside
I wanna tell her that I love her
Oh and if I could
I would've given her so much better
Cuz no don't you tell me that that man is my father
Oh just some hooded conceiver
Who tried really, really hard to please her.
So I'm returning to my gladness
When I was only ten
Playing football in the front yard
And sweating with my friends
I remember when I was thirteen
It was October something
I was standing on that front lawn listening.
That was the first time I heard you calling
As the sun was cooling down
And the moms were about to drive their kids around.
And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
And they say. "Blah, blah, blah"
They give us truth deceiving
I don't think thats truth at all
And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
And they say. "Blah, blah, blah"
They give us love thats leaving
I dont think thats love
Oh and the steeple people
Oh they're so happy not knowing you.
So boldly do they pervert your truth.
Oh did they think we wouldn't grow up
Did they think we couldn't throw back up
The sour milk they been pouring down out throats
Oh they have raised one pissed off generation
With kids that have to start taking care of them
Like hey mom get to work on time
And hey dad would you come home tonight
And the both of you stop drinking so much wine.
And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
And they say. "Blah, blah, blah"
They give us truth deceiving
I don't think thats truth at all
And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
And they say. "Blah, blah, blah"
They give us love thats leaving
I dont think thats love.
Leche agria
Tomaré el camino menos transitado
Eso es lo que siempre decía mi padre
Ahora trabaja en una oficina
Con una puta en su cama
Mi madre duerme sola por la noche
Soñando con todos sus arrepentimientos
Quiero decirle que la quiero
Oh y si pudiera
Le habría dado mucho mejor
Porque no me digas que ese hombre es mi padre
Oh solo un concebidor encapuchado
Que intentó realmente, realmente complacerla.
Así que vuelvo a mi alegría
Cuando solo tenía diez años
Jugando fútbol en el patio delantero
Y sudando con mis amigos
Recuerdo cuando tenía trece años
Era algo de octubre
Estaba parado en ese césped delantero escuchando.
Esa fue la primera vez que te escuché llamando
Mientras el sol se enfriaba
Y las mamás estaban a punto de llevar a sus hijos.
Y dicen, 'Blah, blah, blah, blah'
Y dicen, 'Blah, blah, blah'
Nos dan una verdad engañosa
No creo que eso sea verdad en absoluto
Y dicen, 'Blah, blah, blah, blah'
Y dicen, 'Blah, blah, blah'
Nos dan amor que se va
No creo que eso sea amor
Oh y la gente de la torre
Oh están tan felices de no conocerte.
Tan audazmente pervierten tu verdad.
Oh ¿pensaron que no creceríamos?
¿Pensaron que no podríamos devolverlo?
La leche agria que nos han estado sirviendo
Oh han criado una generación muy enojada
Con niños que tienen que empezar a cuidarlos
Como 'oye mamá, llega a trabajar a tiempo'
Y 'oye papá, ¿vendrás a casa esta noche?'
Y los dos dejen de beber tanto vino.
Y dicen, 'Blah, blah, blah, blah'
Y dicen, 'Blah, blah, blah'
Nos dan una verdad engañosa
No creo que eso sea verdad en absoluto
Y dicen, 'Blah, blah, blah, blah'
Y dicen, 'Blah, blah, blah'
Nos dan amor que se va
No creo que eso sea amor.
Escrita por: Preston Lovinggood / Wild Sweet Orange