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lyrics
I hear your pitiful city don’t sing.
Dog gone critical,
Your baby gone mean.
Soul ain’t pumpin no blood
In your spleen.
Love ain’t livin’ long,
Life ain’t what it seems.
Call in the jankin’ brigrade
There ain’t no other way.
Bow down sheriff Kay.,
You ain’t haulin’ us away.
Stay in Pastor Jay.
Be a man Mayor Banks!
Pa, all your money gone,
Blame it on those knicker-knockin’ kids,
Go on Arkansas –
All your hearts poppin’ off the lids
Keep hold your post, your wife,
Your life livin on the grid.
Call in the jankin’ brigade
There ain’t no other way out.
(Chorus)
If it ain’t rainin’
It’s sprinklin’ hell in our heads
Jankin’ brigade come and call me from the ledge
Jankin’ brigade come and pull me to the edge
Naw we ain't hatin',
We lovin' that we ain't like them
Then again if you wanna fly, fly,
but if you gotta swim,
get right in the Jankin' Brigrade
Don’t give me the drama
Of your godless mama.
Don’t give me the bother
Of your dead, drunk father,
It don’t matter the trouble
Of your skid-row brother
And don’t give me the history
Of your perfect sister.
She ain’t nothin’ to be!
I see your mile-high goliath,
And you never gotta fight it,
And you never gotta hide it from nobody.
Hit it a mile joel, hit it a mile jane
hit it a mile old man, whatever your name.
hit it a mile joel, hit it a mile ben
hit it a mile oh! right out of your skin
hit it a mile joel hit it a mile todd
hit it a mile where it don’t matter your god
hit it a mile joel hit it a mile john
to where no matter you right.
You dead wrong!
hit it a mile joel and hit it a mile steve
hit it a mile to where you ain’t gotta believe
hit it a mile joel and hit it a mile mother
where every last one has got a brother in me
(Chorus)
credits
from Cabin Fever,
released July 9, 2013
Drums - Josh Robinson
Add Vox - Allison Justice, Josh M.