[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
Defeater - At Peace Lyrics
Defeater - At Peace Lyrics
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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
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