Teenaged Sickie

by Boxer Brown

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released October 11, 2012

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Boxer Brown Albany, New York

Boxer Brown is a family band from New York. They eat their own hair and ice skate in mud puddles. The world sucks, just try to have fun.

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Track Name: Teenaged Sickie
brainwaves flow through my head
gateway to what I've said
pacemake for my heart
make haste, its time to start

and i say, and i do, i've done my best what more can i do?

optimize the purist thoughts
downsize all the hands
maximize power and
criticize the fucking man

what is there to cry for?
what is there to die for?
what is there to lie for?

upgrade your only love
pass on your final thoughts
reconnect with yourself
reflect who you are
Track Name: Pushing Up Daisies
you are my sea of troubles
crashing down on me
massive black confusion
every day reunion

pipe bombs in the lockers
i wonder who is your father
making up excuses
you are really fucking useless

your day is done, mine has begun
and its so fun pushing up daisies

you are my opposing force
coming back for more
relentless fucking mind
always creeping me out

we meet face to face
the excitement rushes in
the excitement rushes in
oh, it rushes right in

your day is done, mine has begun
and its so fun pushing up daisies

i like to know that i am working
and that everything is alright
i built myself up, i always knew i could fly
i double checked all the faults, i double checked them twice

your day is done, mine has begun
and its so fun pushing up daisies
Track Name: Sunday
hey, jeanie? whats your name?
i can't remember its not my fault...
she went to church on a saturday
she tried to pray, its not her fault

good girl, thoughts in her head
didn't believe everything she's read
weird thoughts of the strangest kind
a voice of hope that's not divine

its gotta be sunday pouring rain
its gotta be sunday dress up time
its gotta be sunday time to pray
i've gotta learn some way, some day, some how

bastardized on on a woman's sect
she is unforgiving with a wild mind
she has problems like you and me
big for her, just wait and see

a plea for peace and one for love
for those who wonder who is above
what she does is not my fault
she has a mind of her own

its gotta be sunday pouring rain
its gotta be sunday dress up time
its gotta be sunday time to pray
i've gotta learn some way, some day, some how

i want a miracle to show up
its a miracle if i ever grow up
i'm wishing away all my pain
my veins run dry with no sympathy
for you or me or anyone
who gets on my bad side
rise to the back of the line in my own minds eye because

its gotta be sunday pouring rain
its gotta be sunday dress up time
its gotta be sunday time to pray
i've gotta learn some way, some day, some how