LYRICS
If you spit out the sour milk
And anything of that ilk
If you throw-up from contempt
Bend away from hellbent
Chorus
And you see
What can be
We’re free
We’ve the key
If you flinch from the mere thought
Of getting another swat
It’s a cinch doing our part
We’ll rule from the heart
Chorus
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — Capo 2
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Written and recorded at Blue Marsh State Park, Berks County, and West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
From the album Generation
by Daniel Brouse