I Throw Away — Matthew Good Band

Made a man out of me

A killing machine

Your babys going to die ma

Your babys coming home

You know they put a man on the moon

Simply to prove that we all need a place to go

Where were not known

Where were 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 times all I need