(c) 2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone

I finally figured out
just where things go inside
You see there's a place for doubt
it's right behind our eyes.
We fill it in with
all the things
everybody would say
Takin' bad advice from friends
We've dont it again.
Your love is a place
I want to be each time I rise
I've tried every road it seems
Now all I do is drive
I look around me,
just streets in towns
I've never seen before.
Somewhere I got lost.
Now I don't know where to go anymore.
I'm so tanlged in you,
now I can't make up my mind
Seems that we're through again
but I just can't leave you behind
So you feel this way too?
Baby nothing's ever gonna change.
So tell me what's the use in fighting
when it always end's up the same?

Free Mutts Music Here

Done It Again

Her tongue told of scrambled eggs and cigarettes,
not her notebook full of I-just-haven’t-yet’s.
She greets me in the morning with her Listerine kisses.
Her Game Genie daddy grants her endless wishes.
Jesus took a shower down Venice Beach,
washing off the salt from the waves.
Her Daddy’s in the church underneath a flag.
You know what they say, “God, Country, Grave.”

Skyscrapers cover up the harvest moon.
Feeling like a seed cast on stone.
A night so cold it was itchin’;
it ain’t just the roots that won’t leave her alone.
No it’s not the girl, and it’s not the war
it ain’t the general, or his orders
it’s not the getting lost, or the cost or the fate –
it’s the thought you hate.

I would take it all back, but it’s no good.
I would take it all back, if I could.

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Junior
(c) 2010 Mike Maimone/Mutts
From the Tells of Parallels EP

You been walkin' in the footsteps of your father
Ain't no door you wouldn't close to make a dime
You always wanted to be rich like your father
now you're just like him - you'll only end up doing time

While you're walkin' in the footsteps of your father,
it's toward the penitentiary you fly your kite
And when there's no more wind we'll find you been gamblin'
with everybody's cash - kid your ass is doin' time.

Junior, you've got big shoes to fill.

I been thinkin' about Ohio in December
the smoke stacks dormant as the bramble and the pine
with vacant parking lots, and vacant present hiding spots
when all move from assembly to unemployment lines

So I've been thinkin' about the footsteps of my father
how he did all he could to keep a workin' line
so I'd be proud to walk the footsteps of my father.
and just like him I gotta make a set of mine.

Junior, you've got big shoes to fill.
Whoa yeah...

Conglomerates designed to penetrate
and just take

Junior

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