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To the water Father Finlee walks 
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock 
‘Round his ankles, every step he takes 
Heaven’s angels tremble in his wake 

Never seen a wall so high, 
Watch dogs around the clock 
Guards at every corner 
(And they don’t bother calling the coroner) 
Once a man gets locked inside 
He’s here ‘till the reaper knocks 
Or so they thought, till they saw one night
That man escape, and to this day
Every inmate knows his name

To the water Father Finlee walks 
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock 
‘Round his ankles, every step he takes 
Heaven’s angels tremble in his wake 

Legend has it he was raised in an attic 
Mom and dad could barely afford the same pattern 
Of asylum after asylum, praying to Poseidon 
To keep the darkness outside of him; CLASSIC
They say he never muttered a word 
Until the crucifix around the neck of a corrections officer 
Caught his eye, he said “My oh my, 
I think I just found my ticket out of Hell on earth.” 

To the water Father Finlee walks 
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock 
‘Round his ankles, every step he takes 
Heaven’s angels tremble in his wake 




It only takes a week or two 
To break a god-fearing man 
Ease him in with the smalltalk 
(And then plant ideas ‘till his ears fall off) 
Finlee played that guard like a fiddle 
Turned his own fears into a homing missile 
“Father, can you save my soul…” 
“First you gotta bring me a little C4”

Bang flash - take an educated guess 
How the blast didn’t singe a single hair on his chest 
He just stands in the rubble, beneath the floodlights 
When despite the chains on his feet and weak muscles 
He walked off, spawned a generation of knock-off 
Fanatics who got caught claiming they was raised in the attic 
To follow in the steps of a priest 
Who traded his fate for the depths of the sea 

Feet hurt, hands are dirty 
Warden said supper ends ‘round 5:30 
But I don’t think we need to 
Save him a seat tonight

To the water Father Finlee walks 
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock 
‘Round his ankles, every step he takes 
Heaven’s angels tremble in his wake

Father Finlee

Men Are Trash

We All Got Friends (We All Got Enemies) is out now!

Written by AJ Smith, Dru Marshall, and Jason Lane
Produced by AJ Smith
Mixed by Jonathan Garcia
Mastered by John Naclerio

Voices In My Head (they said)

Jack Harris

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