Don't let there be

Somthing sout in my coffee

This fourteen year old

Is screaming get out of my country

I won't let him rise

Just to say goodbye



Hourly Daily



This August call

Brings somthing bad in his sock draw

There's too much hate

Covering up those once white walls

I don't wan't my boy

To think that I'm only to avoid



Tread safe, Hourly Daily



He's the spiting image of the oldest of two

Now what kind of mess have you got yourself into?



Make the morning pledge

To the hum of the city quiet

Pray [that] the daybreak sun

Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night

Bring one good face

Into this house today



Hourly Daily



He's the spiting image of the oldest of two

Now what kind of mess have you got yourself into