23 years of blue notes

borrowing emotions, lend the rights to vacant rooms
lost as the best, blue notes to thank
singing your hymns
there's a dollar to be made but no smell to wash off
kids never knew your name

a chorus when you're long gone
praise for those who never wanted a word

stealing discord, thieves in the speaker
a fist for a pick to capture the holy
birthed from southern air
god gave me a voice to mimic your genius
kids will never know your name

so where do we go
with all this tension
where do i go
with pure caustic idealism
where do we go
the woodshed with us
to reinvent the blue notes