Two Blown Speakers

Didn't lose it from the music too loud
No marshall stacks next to the crib
Wasn't anything my older brother did
Seems a little fate, turned into a win N
Ow the band and I are going town to town
What many say is against all odds
It keeps us going, the applaud
Watching them react to the songs
On the road with a crew
Sharing stories in hotel rooms
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Always thank my mom and my teachers
From stages in theatres
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Making a living with my two blown speakers
The people we meet along the way
Have such an effect in so many ways
Not everyone loves you, but there's always enough
In almost every town the media shows up
Some think we're taking advantage of the situation
Being vacant of a sense that was taken
But in many ways this is for the people who said I'd never talk
Too much of a DB loss, it all just pissed me off
What propelled this thing to take off
Never stop going, never get lost
That's what happens, when determination and anger cross
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Always thank my mom and my teachers
From stages in theatres
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Making a living with my two blown speakers
We have the challenges of every band
Living in tight quarters, remaining friends
Our common goals have a message to send
Sometimes I have to play boss and reprimand
While burning the candle at both ends
Then we get back up on the stage, jumping and waving our hands
Comes back together like the next of kin
Then on each others nerves, and back down the road again
Now I miss home and every town has its similarities
Smokestacks, buildings, churches, and penitentiaries
It's the people you meet that gives each city personality
We've met characters and individuals on our journeys
Can't wait to share our stories back home with our families
The experience we have will always be near to the band and me
Glad to be here, and in many ways will be sad to leave.
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Always thank my mom and my teachers
From stages in theatres
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Making a living with my two blown speakers
Feel the subs can't hear the tweeters
Making a living with my two blown speakers



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Forbes
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