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It might not play the way that itâs supposed to play
A tired tune a worn out melody
How were we to know that thereâs a certain place to go
Itâs all we know
So take offense to all the words that we say
We never meant for them to be taken that way
Canât help weâre buried deep in your lead breaks and perfect harmonies
Itâs all that we an be
Stuck in our Punk Rock mentality
Bluegrass Blasphemy
Tired songs live on through immortality
There to fuel the lyric thatâs been stuck inside of me
Safe to say that yesterday still lives today surviving in a song
Sometimes I wonder just what Bill Monroe would say
Would he want his music fondled and abused this way?
Donât try to tell me thereâs a certain way to sang just what we mean
Cause itâs alright to sing
Lost sight of all thatâs right along the way
A condescending view they pass their judgement then they play on
Line up the strings to form a wall from all that threatens what itâs worth
Bluegrass Blasphemy
Hereâs to all the pioneers that bled to pave our way
Iâm toasting all of you, respect the things you say
Weâll play our songs the way we wanna playâ¦
- Album:
- November