Major Key
What do you want out of this?
A little more Steve Earle, a little less heroin
The ground I walk is soft and warm
Freshly covered from the morning rain
I throw my cellphone and play (?)
And when it cuts me I don't feel any pain
Well cool kids are trading their diplomas
For working wages in a factory
Girls sending me pictures from Arizona
I can't get the hell out of Tennessee
I can't get the hell out of Tennessee
Where for art thou Eddie Cochran
Looks like we're in for some real bad news
I called all my lawyers who called all my doctors
Misdiagnosed me with the summer time blues
They filled me full with so much medication
I could scratch my name across a farmacy door
I used to feel so god damned lonely
'Til they told me I don't have to feel anymore
'Til they told me I don't have to feel anymore no
Who gave this microphone to the drummer
Was it for money or against your will
For every diamond like the boys of summer
You get along for cold like the sunset grill
Meet me Charlie Rich at the pearly gates
I watch you grimace as you read my name
Hold my invitation over your lighter
'Til you watch me perish in the butane flame
Well I had a bad dream
I tried to block it
Now I'm losing all my sanity
Spending most my nights trying to unlock it
Turns out all I needed was a major key
Turns out all I needed was a major key
Turns out all I needed was a major key
Turns out all I needed was a major key
Turned out all I needed was a major key
A little more Steve Earle, a little less heroin
The ground I walk is soft and warm
Freshly covered from the morning rain
I throw my cellphone and play (?)
And when it cuts me I don't feel any pain
Well cool kids are trading their diplomas
For working wages in a factory
Girls sending me pictures from Arizona
I can't get the hell out of Tennessee
I can't get the hell out of Tennessee
Where for art thou Eddie Cochran
Looks like we're in for some real bad news
I called all my lawyers who called all my doctors
Misdiagnosed me with the summer time blues
They filled me full with so much medication
I could scratch my name across a farmacy door
I used to feel so god damned lonely
'Til they told me I don't have to feel anymore
'Til they told me I don't have to feel anymore no
Who gave this microphone to the drummer
Was it for money or against your will
For every diamond like the boys of summer
You get along for cold like the sunset grill
Meet me Charlie Rich at the pearly gates
I watch you grimace as you read my name
Hold my invitation over your lighter
'Til you watch me perish in the butane flame
Well I had a bad dream
I tried to block it
Now I'm losing all my sanity
Spending most my nights trying to unlock it
Turns out all I needed was a major key
Turns out all I needed was a major key
Turns out all I needed was a major key
Turns out all I needed was a major key
Turned out all I needed was a major key
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Latham
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