We used to play, capture the flag, king of the raft and television tag
We used to think it was simple and oh so sentimental,
 Always gentle and fair, but not anymore, but not anymore,
 But not anymore, but not anymore
 
We used to think the best things were free
Fruits on a tree, but now we trade it for money
When oh when did all the love fall to shambles?
 And where or where oh where  did it go?
 
I don’t know and I don’t know if God knows, I don’t know God knows,
I don’t know if God knows, I don’t know if God knows
(Instrumental)
 
It’s not anymore, it’s no longer
No woman making me weak, no woman making me stronger
So take this bag of disposable memories and throw them all off of a bridge
 
And say not anymore, say not anymore, say not anymore, say not anymore
 

Not Anymore

Do you remember going Oceanside
The wind was blowing
Your hair so far and wide
Picture perfect, the camera’s in my eye
(Instrumental)
 
Birds are flying, single file
And I’ve been working, but it’s worth the while
To take an inch, and give a mile, for your smile
(Instrumental)
 
The earth is breathing, in and out
We’re hangin’ in there, we should be hangin’ out
We’re huffin’ and puffin’, but what’s the fuss all about?
(Instrumental)
 
All our echoes, all our echoes, all our echoes, all our echoes,
Bounce around, bounce around, bounce around, bounce around
Close your eye, s and you can see the sound
There is music, it’s playing all around
 

Beach Country

There’s too many crooks in the kitchen
Stepping on good people’s toes
There’s too many crooks in the kitchen,
 Ohh, the crooks that come and go
Ohh, the crooks that come and go
 
Crooks come and go, into your home
Pretend they’re your friends, end as your foes
Crooks come and go, stab you in the back and then they head for the road.
 
Handyman Dan, he’s got a plan, but he needs your help,  you lend him your hand, again and again, stab you in the back and now he’s back in the pen
 
Don’t trust strangers with candy,
Trying to get you over to the van
Don’t trust a man just ‘cause he’s handy
He ain’t a family man
He ain’t a family man
Ohh, the crooks that come and go
Ohh, the crooks that come and go
(Instrumental)
 
He paints you a dream of grass that’s so green,
of white picket fences  and windows so clean
But it’s just a dream, stabs you in the back
And then he sells you downstream
 
There’s too many crooks in the kitchen
Stepping on good people’s toes
There’s too many crooks in the kitchen,
Ohh, the crooks that come and go
Ohh, the crooks that come and go
Ohh, the crooks that come and go
Ohh, the crooks that come and go
 

Crooks Come & Go

Why’d you run? Why’d you run away from home?
Why’d you leave?  Why’d you leave your telephone?
Why’d you go? Why’d you go out on your own?
Why’d you go? Why’d you go out all alone?
 
Come back baby girl, don’t trust strangers words at night,
Run back baby girl, don’t you leave this world tonight
The tide has washed, the tide has washed your prints of shoes
Your face is all; Your face is all over the news.
 
Somebody’s out there; somebody’s out there on the loose,
And nobody knows, nobody knows who to accuse,
Come back baby girl, don’t trust strangers words at night, 
Run back baby girl, Don’t you leave this world tonight, tonight 
(Instrumental)
The dogs are out, the dogs are out upon the trail,
The cops are talking to your friends down at the jail,
And somebody knows something that we don’t know
About the night you snuck out the window
 
Come back baby girl, don’t trust strangers words at night,
Awe, Run back baby girl, don’t you leave this world tonight,
Tonight, tonight, tonight

Come Back Baby Girl

Wake up smell the music in the money
Don’t you know the best things in life are truly free
But it’s he who pays the piper, who calls the tune to me
And it’s music in the money industry
 
Standing on our feet up here for hours,
Not quite what we wanted, but it might be what we need
Our voice may start to crumble, our fingers start to bleed
But it’s music in the money industry
 
But if it’s what you want to do, and if it’s who you want to be
Well there’s gotta be some string we can pull
To make some money in the music industry

Welcome to show biz, kid, down at the bar and grill gig
It ain’t makin’  it big, but a gig is a gig is a gig
And at the end of the day, we’re packin’ up to leavin’,
Counting our tips in the evening, thinkin’  how did it get this way?
(Instrumental)
 
Gotta learn to hustle for your money,
‘Cause honey don’t you know, it don’t grow on trees
And if you pay in peanuts, it’s monkey’s we will be
Making music in the money industry
 
Fall asleep to hear the angels singing
Every note is right where you’d dreamed to be
But until that devil’s fiddle pays the bills for me
It’s music in the money industry
 
cause for folks like you and me
Who know there ain’t no guarantee
I guess we’ll have to wait around to see
And make some music in the money industry
Let’s make some music in the money industry
Let’s make some music in the money industry
Let’s make some music in the money industry

Music In The Money Industry

We’re just big old babies, living on our own
Gentlemen and Ladies, afraid of living alone
You may go to college, you may go to school
You’ll use all that knowledge,
 To play it cool and fall in love
Like you do, to fall in love
 
So strange meeting somebody new
Til they’re cookin you food
Til they’re in your bedroom
So many fish in the sea
 
Who would’ve thought he was for you?
Who would’ve thought she was for me?
 
(Instrumental)
 
We’re just humans being with a bunch of tools
So sophisticated, willing to break the rules
And we’ve got names and numbers to live up to
But the blankets we sleep under,  are made for two
To fall in love, like we do, to fall in love
 

Walk With Me

Well I have seen, and you’ve become
A product of where you’re from
Just another sucker for your own hometown
Stuck after high school ends
 
You’ve got a GED and a DUI,
A couple IOU’s, but it’s no surprise
You’re just another sucker in your old folks eyes
Stuck after high school ends
 
Well, didn’t you want to be a movie star?
California calling your name
But the city was so busy
And it left you longing for the comfort of your small town fame
 
Soon you’re gonna have a family, by the fire burning warm
And go out on the weekend and repeat again
(Instrumental)
 
Well, I had left it all behind, a broken home for an open mind
Now I’m just another trucker on this endless road
Rolling like a stone
 
I got a new EP,  did it DIY
But I miss my bed and it’s no surprise
I’m just another sucker for her lonely eyes
Somebody take me home
Soon I’m gonna want a family, by the fire burning warm
 
I’m just another sucker for my own hometown
You’re just another sucker for your own hometown
We’re just some other suckers for our own hometown
And it don’t matter where we’ve been
 

The Raweds

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