I, The Throw Away - Matthew Good Band

Made a man out of me

A killing machine

Your baby’s going to die ma Your baby’s coming home

You know they put a man on the moon

Simply to prove that we all need a place to go Where we’re not known

Where we’re not

And to a lesser degree

I can recall breathing easy

But the deficit rolls

Built up i suppose

Picking up the pieces

Of another fucked up reason

For selling of some freedom that was never free

Well, never abseloutely

Never abseloutely

Made a mess out of me

A killing machine

Sometimes when i need them

If i look hard enough to see them

I can find my feet

As i push against gravity

In and out of having them been

Led by defeat

So one more time’s all i need