Feral Kids EP

by KEVIN MF KING

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KMFK- guitars, vocals.
Feral Kids EP
Sgott MacKenzie recorded this in New London, CT. (Oct. 2012)

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Track Name: Go/Stay
GO/STAY
You won't go, and I won't stay.
Except for pacing you can't walk away.
You used to talk, and I'd obey,
because.........
It all,
falls,
down.
Failed to see the right in me,
Failed to see it all.
Track Name: Wash My Hands
WASH MY HANDS
I came to Oilton because i had to get away from
the man with a gun. He's got more than one.
He caught me standing in that field that he plants them weeds at.
I am a hungry man, stealing food was my plan.
He caught me standing in that field that he plants them weeds at.
I have a full belly, points his shotgun at me.
In this chase with time that i call my life.
Take this hitchhike ride. Three towns to border line.
I'm almost there. I'm free. If I get away these last three towns.
I'm gonna wash my hands of all my deeds.
I'm gonna scrub my hands until their clean.
In this chase with time, and I'm ahead this time.
I've hopped this train southbound, three towns from borderline.
In this race from my demise, he will gun me down in broad daylight.
I came through this town before, only three towns from border lord.
I have a great new plan, Mexico is a great big land.
Track Name: Aren't
AREN'T
Bless all your hearts, mine is tore apart.
Apart from me.
All in all it ain't much to see.
The condescension inherent to me.
From a cold, aged, withered man,
smiles with his pockets in his hands.
The pictures he keeps, the times that they've had.
The more he thinks, puts his head in his hands.
Squandered away, the years they've been cruel.
Amassed nothing but guilt, severed friendship charade.
Steady there now, put that bottle away.
Get some rest.
Quiet down, lying down, lying down.
You aren't the one you claim to be.