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Meet Me at the Bottom
03:45
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Meet Me at the Bottom
Meet me at the bottom
Meet me in the rain
We can hold hands
As we circle the drain
Comes on like a freight train
Full of mud and pain
But what I like about you
Is I don’t need to explain
That you need to meet me
At the bottom
Once again
God's been pointed at me
like a loaded gun
For most of my life
And I do believe
he might exist
But I’m not sure he’s too nice
And oh that devil,
He may run the world,
But I still have my heart
Though it’s rough and
It’s all calloused now
And mostly torn apart
Meet me at the bottom
Meet me in the rain
We can hold hands
As we circle the drain
Comes on like a freight train
Full of mud and pain
But what I like about you
Is I don’t need to explain
That you need to meet me
At the bottom
Once again
Maybe I should just
Quit trying to run
From these heartaches haunting me
Maybe someday I will know
Why I’m so much worse
Than I want to be
Oh I guess I could wait
To be inspired
I could wait for some insight
For now I’ll give my all
And go down swinging
Gotta get my fists in this fight
Meet me at the bottom
Meet me in the rain
We can hold hands
As we circle the drain
Comes on like a freight train
Full of mud and pain
But what I like about you
Is I don’t need to explain
That you need to meet me
At the bottom
Once again
Meet me at the bottom
Meet me in the rain
We can hold hands
As we circle the drain
Comes on like a freight train
Full of mud and pain
But what I like about you
Is I don’t need to explain
That you need to meet me
At the bottom
Once again
But what I like about you,
Is I don’t need to explain
That you need to meet me
At the bottom
Once again
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Hateland
03:08
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Hateland
They hate and they rage like they’re paid to do so
They wear venom loudly, all sunburned and spittle
They scream and they moan about too many feelings
They claim to love Jesus, and say you should too
I wonder if they know what color his skin was
I wonder if they know he cared about women
I wonder if they know, he said to love those
Who aren’t just like you
There’s no kindness, compassion, and no empathy
Home of the brave and land of the free
Free to be cruel, long as you think you’re right
Free to hurt who you can in the name of the fight
We’re tired, we’re down, but we’re still trying
We want to keep going, but we can't stop dying
They beat up our flag, now it’s all black and blue
And it’s one more weapon to wave in our faces
Some are just lost, and some believe lies
And some of us sink, but I think we can rise
Hating right back sure won’t get us nowhere
But together with love we can win this
There’s no kindness, compassion, and no empathy
Home of the brave and land of the free
Free to be cruel, long as you think you’re right
Free to hurt who you can in the name of the fight
There’s no kindness, compassion, and no empathy
Home of the brave and land of the free
Free to be cruel, long as you think you’re right
Free to hurt who you can in the name of the fight
I heard someday the earth will belong to the meek
Being kind’s not the same thing as being weak
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White Rose Motor Oil Denver, Colorado
White Rose Motor Oil, a two-piece woman-fronted Cowpunk / Garage Country band from Denver, CO features married couple Eryn
DeSomer (guitars and vocals) and Keith Hoerig-DeSomer (drums).
They play loud, and often fast.
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Contact email: WhiteRoseMotorOil@gmail.com
Show info: at WhiteRoseMotorOil.com
NOTE: All cover songs have been removed from our bandcamp and can be found elsewhere.
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