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  • Текст песни Defeater - At Peace

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    [He just sat at home with the bottle. His mother had turned into a skeleton of herself, no longer even able to get out of the house to fill up her arms; he had to make the runs for her. He didn’t mind anymore, he knew how she felt. Anything to take away the pain of losing someone. She would just sit with her rosary, rolling the beads in her tiny hands. Every time he left the house for his mother, or for another bottle, he would stand on that dock and watch the ocean like he used to. Scream out to no one for the coward to come home so he could make him pay. And every night he would start to fade with every hour that passed. He would smoke his last cigarette and find himself in the house in the morning not knowing how he got home. And one morning he woke to his mother and her rosary beads no longer hanging on the bedpost.]

    You’ve got to find her
    Your mother ain’t fit to be alone

    Her rosary beads are gone, only one place she’d be
    The sun is nearly up, put your jacket back on
    And walk down the street
    Feel the wind start to shift, cold and biting
    Just like everything that’s changed

    When you do find her
    Take the only family that you’ve got back to home

    Head down, walk through the crowds, families downtown
    Jealous bitter old man, just yourself you can’t stand
    Man that took away your wife, coward left you behind
    Kill them both if you could

    Head down, cigarette in hand
    Concrete, cold brick and sand
    To the place where she prays, she suffers her days
    Sleepless nights with the dirt when the addiction hurts
    Up to that old white oak door church

    And that’s where you find her in that last pew

    You touch her cold hand
    Your mother is gone
    In front of her God, needle in her arm

    Family plot will be filled
    Perfect ending to a tragedy
    Put her in cold wet ground
    Finally at peace with her husband now

    Lost all will
    Hours strain, but months pass alone with your gun
    Blue-collar shipyard, your days have gone
    Lost it all for the promise of a normal life
    All taken from you when you lost your wife
    So you sit in that chair
    Waiting for death
    Barrel to your head

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