Come back, Kid

Music and lyrics written by: Joseph C Scorsone

All he knows is he's all alone in a hole 23 in the devil's home diggin for coal He lives with his mom on the outside of town with nobody around And all he knows is there ain't nowhere to go But there's a still small voice in our hearts if we listen If a thousand men rose against couldn't kill it If we can't see the sun through the trees all around then rip up your roots and chop em down... Hey there kid you get outta this house you got your big ideas you keep runnin your mouth you better piss or get off and make daddy proud, cause you’re the comeback kid that just keeps hangin around. You better run... Cause baby it was hard, when daddy died, You was afraid to cry You always wore his hat but it fell right over your eyes And you we're strong A boy that could roar just like a storm but you let someone steal your thunder and you let it roll you underneath the ground You've been kickin alone on a dusty road all this time, you can go the way you came or you can leave this place tonight.

Good, Bad & Ugly

Music and lyrics written by: Joseph C Scorsone

I can walk into a crowded room and I can stand there naked with no fruit of the looms And I can bare my heart until my throat is raw Cause if they're honest words they make a beautiful song Cause then we all, can get along, until we can't and then we make up again Show our faults then we shake it off, our beautiful shine with our beautiful mess Cause we’re the good, the bad and the ugly Well I mess up then I get up I'm the furthest thing from perfect but I always try to work it I'm a liar and aspire to let you see right through me but it hurts me when I do Cause we all, can get along, until we can't and then we make up again Show our faults then we shake it off, our beautiful shine with our beautiful mess Cause we’re the good, the bad and the ugly It’s not what we want it’s who we are, we’ve made mistakes, I’ve made it hard to love me

The Working Poor

Music and lyrics written by: Joseph C Scorsone

Crack that whip I grab my tools with a cold, cold death grip Cause we don't call in sick And where's my check? Had it spent last week cause I'm a living debt Ends I can't connect We sow in sweat and blood We reap in tears then dust Strength in faith and love And a heart that can't be crushed We're tired and our backs are sore Welcome to the working poor We're cursed to the earth with a short life Black or white The new race is the rich and the toss and turn at nights We're the great divide The somethin to shows or the empty handed and out of hopes... We're tired and our backs are sore. Fillin holes that always ask for more. Welcome to the Working Poor

Calm & Carry On

Music and lyrics written by: Joseph C Scorsone

5,4,3,2,1... Finger on the button, launch it toward the sun, sore across the ocean... The shining in our eyes, illuminated by, fire from the sky... Many hearts will fail, when the flame begins to swell Shadows on the wall, frozen where we left em all The fear is all around us Do we let it take control Let it toss us in a hole Cause I’ve been feelin kinda brave Like put the devil in his place You know He's keeping me awake, he's been keepin us awake How does something start so small? Collide and then expand and then consume us all We all keep climbing up the walls Praying for an end in sight to an endless night But calm and carry on The earth might pass away but I'm already gone

Brick in the Street

Music and Lyrics written by: Joseph C Scorsone

If I had a million dollars And could be a little honest I would keep it for me If I wanted what you wanted Even if you loved it I would take it for me Are we falling in love with ourselves? Can we love someone else without strings? Well you can cut the strings off of me I'd rather be a brick in streets of heaven than a selfish soul on earth I'd rather live for somebody else then die for me And when the pain of this world is over and we all just fall asleep Will you be a brick in the streets of heaven with me? I could've been a tower Crying out the hours While the city sleeps I wish I were a mountain Standing over My enemies