BETTY’S SON
(Daniel Leathersich)

Betty’s son was an angry bastard
Drank to make the pills work faster
Passed out in a Holstein pasture
With a cow pie pillow one night

Had a dream that his quiet mother
Appeared as a ghost in between the udders
Said she’d almost cured her stutter
And she was d-doing alright

    Betty’s son laying on the ground wouldn’t make a noise
    ‘Cause the moon pushing the wind around could almost sound like her voice

You see, they hadn’t really talked forever
It started bad and never got better
Then one word turned into tremors
And the rest got muzzled by drugs

He cursed at God and yelled for answers
When the d octor said she die of the cancer
Took rum and Lortab and his yellow Lancer
Down a farm road while they pulled the plug

    Betty’s son, cold, laying on the ground wouldn’t make a noise
    ‘Cause the moon pushing the wind around could almost sound like her voice

His mind was tumblin’ in that moment
With the midnight mooin’ and the north star glowin’
He wondered things she never told him
And he would never know

Like, was she happy while he was growin’
And did his daddy ever hold him
And where the streets really paved in gold, when
His broken heart got slow

    Betty’s son cold, laying on the ground wouldn’t make a noise
    ‘Cause the moon pushing the wind around could almost sound like her voice
Saying “wake up, Baby boy”

Betty's Son (Leathersich)

SEROTONIN
(Autumn Marie Buysse, Claire Carruthers, Lauren Eliza, Daniel Leathersich)

You must like how he complains
How he’ll never smile for a frame
how he always blames the rain
for making you feel gray

You must like the way it hurts
How he can put your nightmares into words
But that's what makes it work
For better or for worse

I’m pretty sure he likes you broken
Kisses your scars to keep them open
Loves like a thief until he’s stolen
Every drop of serotonin

I guess you’re proof that love is blind
Can’t see past the deep blue in his eyes
And you got lost tryna find, the him he’s tryna hide
What if just tonight
You don’t give him what he likes

CHORUS

It’s criminal, he’s livin' off your chemicals
Your lowest highs your highest lows (serotonin, serotonin)
It’s criminal, he’s livin' off your chemicals
Your lowest highs your highest lows (serotonin, serotonin)

CHORUS

Serotonin (Autumn Buysse / Claire Carruthers / Lauren Eliza / Daniel Leathersich)

Small Town Love (Demo) - (Albenisious / Brisotti / Leathersich / Martin / Wells)

I Don't Know Rain - Piano/Vocal (Emma Brooke / Lauren Eliza / Daniel Leathersich)

Ball Cap (Worktape - Ryan Brisotti / Michael Keys / Daniel Leathersich)

Cold beer goes down good on summer days  
Tequila works if i’m in Mexico 
But my go-to any time or place 
Gets sweeter in a barrel made of oak 

I've had whiskey over soda 
Whiskey over ice 
Whiskey over Georgia seven miles in the sky 
I’ve had whiskey over sorrows 
Whiskey all over town 
Whiskey over women who have drug my heart around  
I might shoot it fast 
Or sip a little slower 
Just slide that whiskey over  

Weekend or a Wednesday afternoon  
When I got the itching for a buzz 
I fill a glass up a finger or two 
And let the whiskey do what it does 

I've had whiskey over soda 
Whiskey over ice 
Whiskey over Georgia seven miles in the sky 
I’ve had whiskey over sorrows 
Whiskey all over town 
Whiskey over women who have drug my heart around  
I might shoot it fast 
Or sip a little slower 
Just slide that whiskey over 

Straight up or Blended or bonded or mellowed 
I’ve just always been the kind of fellow 

Who’ll have whiskey over soda 
Whiskey over ice 
Whiskey over Georgia seven miles in the sky 
I’ve had whiskey over sorrows 
Whiskey all over town 
Whiskey over women who have drug my heart around  
I might shoot it fast 
Or sip a little slower 
Just slide that whiskey over

DPLsongs