Interpret:

Pipes and Pints

Album:

Found & Lost

Self discussions in her head 
 when she walks the streets at night 
 Survival code counts in every way 
 A broken home left all alone 
 She’s hooked on drugs to find a home 
 Unwritten future everyday 


 Doesn’t wanna talk! 
 Doesn’t wanna listen! 
 She’s cursed by one wrong decision 
 She plays the play, takes the pay 
 Doesn’t realize she could pass away 


 Lowlife thoughts and clouded visions 
 plague him threw the day 
 Pills of suffering make him scream 
 Minutes turn to days, hours turn to years 
 Homeless, hopeless, day to day 


 All their life they walked without 
 any kind of real direction 
 Never thinking that they 
 could end up dead 
 They came and saw 
 They come and gone 
 All there life there on the run 
 Never realizing what 
 they could be missing