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Trophy Scars - Bad View lyrics
Heard about this kid born in Bethlehem
 That could heal the sick with the wave of his hand
 And how his father had this master plan, well
 We got sick, yeah we got tricked
 I swallow my spit for the best of man
 And I lost my wallet in Bethlehem
 But I try to pay for as much as I can
 It's just, like, bad luck - it's all, like, "oh shucks"
 I think about death and what I have
 So my own damn self can't remember the past
 Because I had a bad view in Bethlehem
 And a bad view is a bad view
 Coincindence and accidents are really just the same
 Who's to blame
 But the view I had in Bethlehem painted the cityscape mundane
 I felt changed
Yeah.
 Everyone everywhere can sing everything I know
 You know
 Now everyone everywhere will know everything you know
 I know
 Now everyone everywhere will lie about everything they know
 I know
 The concierge informed the guest to bare their teeth an not let me go
 They locked up the hotel, they blocked up the stairwellTrophy Scars - Bad View - http://motolyrics.com/trophy-scars/bad-view-lyrics.html
 They screamed and yelled, doomed me to hell, they told me who to love
 I grabbed my bags and ran, avoided shaking hands
 Thank you much for your thoughts but the retail price is plagued
 And all of you are safe if the view makes feel saved
 But your words fit forced like they've been coerced and rattled...
 Just send my wallet to your church... I'll pay your med bills
 City of David
 Immaculate babies
 Don't look so sad
 But we all needed saving
 Palestine evenings
 And Ottoman dealings
 Don't look so sad
 Well we all needed saving
 Constantine's mother
 And my little brother
 Will share the same fate
 Will share the same place
 Oslo accords
 And John Paul the Second
 Will lift the curse
 Will hold my curse down
Yes, it's a curse.
 Death was born and bought on Easter Day
 The backlash made the bad view go away









