Vocals: | Mark Civitarese |
Bass, Vocals: | Tripp Underwood |
Guitar, Vocals: | Scott Unseen |
Drums: | Pat Melzard |
Open the door and adjust my eyes
The concrete streets are as gray as the skies
The wind stings my face and the world just melts away
And it brings me back to another place where memories are such a waste
You can never go home, you left that world behind
Is this the only place
The only place to go
Are these tired words, the only that we know
The old familiar taste, of the bottle in my hand
Or is this the only place, I can understand
Your whiskey tainted wisdom spits like vomit from your mouth
The walls are closing in and I just gotta get out...
Of my head and of this town
Familiar places are bringing me down,
The truth can be hard to swallow
When it spits right in your face.
Is this the only place
The only place to go
Are these tired words, the only that we know
The old familiar taste, of the bottle in my hand
Or is this the only place, I can understand
Spilt the gas and lit the match
you turn and walk away
Bridges burn, that lessons learned,
I guess there's nothing left to say
(Get out, get out, get out, get out)
I just gotta get out
(Get out, get out, get out, get out)
I just gotta get out
(Get out, get out, get out, get out) You can never go, you can never go, you can never go home
I just gotta get out
(Get out, get out, get out, get out) You can never go, you can never go, you can never go home
I just gotta get out
Boston street punks The Unseen have just signed with Hellcat Records and will release their new full length studio album produced by Dropkick Murphys Ken …