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Frustrations In The Morning:
Written by Leemonster (recorded 05/25/2007)

Every day he woke up with the same thought
Frustrations in the morning from what each night brought.
Struggles fade away, a new curse of charm
Stuck with trouble from the girl at his arm
Shiny streets from the pubs that are all full
Of lonely lost jobs and faded grey souls
Nobody communicates, yet they share the same thought
Frustrations in the morning from what each night bought

Frustrations in the morning from what each night brought =====
Frustrations in the morning from what each night brought =====
Frustrations in the morning from what each night brought =====
Some heal their own wounds and others let them rot. =====

The cracks in the street like to catch to his feet
But he keeps going on instead of joining retreat.
Beyond the spilt trash and allies full of gore
Is a new type of problem that is full of much more.
Instead of caring about the music that he can’t afford
He’s out making ballads of the contempt adored.

Unexperienced at getting a hand from anyone
Except a fist from those whose punches weigh a ton.
Bruised and bloody is what being his own bought
The frustrations in the morning from what each night brought

His stomach is empty like the wallet in his jeans
The echoes of rain drops hit the ground and scream
Shelter is nowhere, he can’t escape the pain
Every block he turns he’ll face the exact same
Some look for a ticket or easy way out
Some stick to the system hoping for a drought
Others drown in the mess that they can’t clean up
But he knows of all this and he’s more than fed up.

Highways are piled up, all the lights are dark red
Like the blood on his hand, like the sheets on his bed
The sun will come out, even if it takes a million years
He’ll find a path out of those cold dead eyed stares.
The brutality of poverty is on everybody’s thought
Frustrations in the morning from what each night brought.

He always thought he was held back by those in his own town
Until he heard some others talking about something going down
He knows how his love died, killed by a corrupt cop
Out on the sidewalk near the pawn shop.
The city has eyes, he’s gonna close them shut
Sometimes it’s best to just go by your gut.
Every problem has a reaction to mark the spot
Frustrations in the morning from what each night brought

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