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Everybody's Worried About Owen
Everybody's Worried About Owen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen Trawick
Owen Trawick
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Arci
Daniel Arci
Producer

Lyrics

When will I have time to mourn what I've become
A new corporate shellac with a stapler gun
And I'll write out my letters at demigod speed
And I'll worship upon my own altar of greed
'Til all families break up and all buildings come down
And all letters I write come back address unfound
And the Earth's smile will open 'neath my office chair
Find myself swallowed, Jonah and the whale
And I was born a man
So that's who I became
Trading death for money
Fearing only change
Altruistic visions
Behind a concrete wall
Borders in my body
As I wait for them to fall
The tragedy of the dreamer ten times scorned
For their name was drawn out to be 'young warrior'
And so love became casual, tears became dry
As they took up their birthright and saw their dreams die
And you must understand that my life, it is cursed
I have lived all my dreams, I grew gold from the dirt
And yet still there's an emptiness inside my chest
So why not just give in, let the fat whale digest
And I was born a man
So that's who I became
Trading death for money
Fearing only change
Altruistic visions
Behind a concrete wall
Borders in my body
As I wait for them to fall
Oh to fall, to fall, to fall
Fall, fall, fall
Written by: Owen Trawick
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