Flashlight and the Battery

Gather 'round
Sit down crisscross-applesauce
Let me tell you a tale
Of the Battery and the Flashlight
Two bitter enemies that look like friends
Friends till the bloody end

Just an observation
The Flashlight never asks
If the Battery is comfortable
While it's lying on its back
Getting all the life drained from its bones
The flashlight gets its credit
But the Battery gets a
Trip into the garbage pale

You're either born a torch
Or you're born the source
And I apologize if
I'm the one to inform you
You aint the light here
You aint got life here
You're heading towards the garbage pale

Flashlight does not care
If the Battery is losing sleep or losing hair
Just trying to keep the lights on
It's a losing game
The battery cannot reclaim
The life that it has given
What a pity, what a shame

You're either born a torch
Or you're born the source
And I apologize if
I'm the one to inform you
You aint the light here
You aint got life here
You're heading towards the garbage pale

The garbage pale, my friends



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Burke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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