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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Henry Merchant
Henry Merchant
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Merchant
Henry Merchant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todd Pipes
Todd Pipes
Mastering Engineer
Taylor Tatsch
Taylor Tatsch
Producer

Lyrics

Run Through the halls and pull the alarms
Paint on the walls and fight in the yard,
They're tearing the school house down tonight
And this town could use a fresh start.
But it won't fix the problem of these drunk ass fathers
Setting standards of normal for bright eyed daughters
Picture the place its a pool house party
And the attorneys kid is picking on Molly
Moms in the kitchen with her 4 best friends
To plan a divorce that won't hurt the kids but the kids won't care
He's hunting down honey now dad keeps the pool and mom gets the money
She sleeps through church
But she prays her soul to keep
And she's locking doors
But finds nothing in the sheets
They say the lord found home in a little corner of San Antone
But it's fallen angels as far as I can see
Now she spends her nights in the bedroom crying
Not fair to assume that she's not trying
Kids kick rocks and come out fighting
While others flip locks and try to stay quiet
Catch all the cues and try to play it cool
Tear down your lies to form an excuse
Heads held high show signs of abuse
Just ask your mother she'll know what to do
She sleeps through church
But she prays her soul to keep
And she's locking doors
But finds nothing in the sheets
They say the lord found home in a little corner of San Antone
But it's fallen angels as far as I can see
Written by: Henry Merchant
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