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Half​-​Breed

from Half Breeds by Los Moruchos

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Half-Breed
(D. Falduto)

Nobody likes me.
I ain’t got no friends.
The bars are all open,
But no one invites me in.

Been getting kicked around
Since I was a kid.
A no good, ugly bastard
Just living dead.

Hey, I’m a half-breed, baby.
Yeah, you know I ain’t no good to you.
I’m a half-breed, baby.
Well that’s alright, cause you’re a half-breed, too.

They see me coming.
But they don’t say a peep.
Ain’t nobody like to talk
To no lowlife creep.

I get high strung,
Can’t stop counting sheep.
I’m a neurotic motherfucker,
And I don’t get no sleep.

Well there’s a preacher man with a crucifix in hand.
He’s talking about something pure.
I see your social class, with your cults and clans.
But I just ain’t so sure.

That I want any part of your cop-out plot.
I think you're all just running scared.
Without your crowd, you ain’t so loud.
And then it hits you self aware.

We’re all half-breeds, and nothing’s pure.
It’s a sick, sick world. There is no cure

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from Half Breeds, released October 22, 2016
Music and lyrics written by Dylan Falduto.

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Half-Bred to Lose. R'n'F'n'R. Est 2012.

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