"Ah, but let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart."
lost
sad
depression
failure
loser
trapped
ruin
loss
emptiness
Story behind the song
There is no love that is beyond knowing.. we stand at the door of it all and wonder. take aim at the light and travel on.. make haste. cover your sins and travel on. you carry nothing beyond what your heart desires.. and what it desires is what fuels you... or fools you.. but fills you with the power of love and hate. A greater man or woman could transcend all of this, and most likely does just that in some place far or near.. but awe the storms and the moons and the suns that they'd miss! .. No more and never are we filled with trivia... It Is Supreme.
Lyrics
on a street named overcup there is a man
still livin with his parents
never had a dream
never had a wife
never had a plan
and never had a life
never went to work
and never went to play
never had a good or a bad day
chorus
never went to church and never went to hell
never went to heaven or heard the wedding bells
never had a girl and never had a boy
never brought the world any sadness or joy
never had a problem and never had a clue
never could really figure out what to do
never harmed a person and never took his life.. all that seriously..all that seriously..
never had no peace and never had no strife
never got respect and never won a fight
never saw a good man, always on the fence
never saw a bad man, always in defense
never had a victory
never made mistakes
never took a chance
for tomorrow was too late
always in the backseat
never in the front
always drivin by himself, a ghost upon the haunt
always called a baby
never called a man
always sinkin deeper into his muddied hands.. always sinkin deeper into his mothers hands..
always the obscure, cause he's never quite sure
always talkin to himself and pacing the floor
always in sin.. never can win..
always prayin, always sayin "never again"..
he always drifts away
he never can stay
constantly forgetting all the promises he made
he's constantly afraid of the bed that he made
never trusting in the truth he always runs away
the clock ticks away
every day he pays
he feels so weak
he can hardly speak
and he feels like he could faint
he's made a bad choice
now he's got no choice
everybody look upon God's lonely voice..
he's getting what he deserves
he's getting his just deserts
any man who thinks
he will not reap all he sews
will get his butt handed to him
he's getting what he deserves
he's getting his just deserts
any man who thinks
he will not reap all he sews
will get his butt in a sling
ohh yeah..
on a street named overcup
there was a man
who lived with his parents
who lived with his parents...