Insanity, plays with idle hands
All I want is a way to provide for my family
Sobriety, your demons will arise
How long can a winter be? My work is my reality.
Anxiety, the beast you cannot hide
Oh god for just one drink, I’d sell my fucking soul
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
The wife, the boy, they want to see you fail
All I do is count the days, there’s gotta be a better way
Inside that room, the truth will be revealed
I feel the spirits of the dead taking over me
Paint the halls with your family’s blood
Wendy, I’m home and I’m comin’ Danny Boy!
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
Danny!
Danny Boy!
Theres no escape come to daddy!
I just want to play a game
Its much too cold to play outside
You can run but you can’t hide
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
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The psychedelic escapades of mr. Harlon and his flock of dead crows are a new discovery for me, but one of my favourites in the past few years. Dark exploration of the human state, but with a tint of hope and determination. Vanja