I’m wet behind ears and I’m long in the tooth. I’m wise beyond years and I’ll offer the proof. An ivory tower foreclosed on my youth. It’s cool when I make my own hours. I’ve buried the ones who would dance on my grave. I drink all the drink the teetotalers save. I never got angry and never forgave. It’s cool when I make my own hours.
My father has died but I still see his face sometimes, in a crowd, then he’s gone with no trace. Don’t know what it means but I know my own place. It’s cool when I make my own hours. Sometimes I feel it is me in that box, with dirt for a door and it never unlocks, but tombs cannot hold me. I’m sly as a fox. It’s cool when I make my own hours.
released December 6, 2012
Tim Catz, Mario Costa and Mike Means: Bass guitars.
Kevin Grant: vocals.
Ed Macomber: drums.
Recorded by Trevor Vaughan @ The Colisseum.
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