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Lyrics
Baby Brother
He always bragged about being born in Hollywood.
As though that could make him a star.
But you never know what he could have done,
If it wasnt for rum and Mexican tar.
If it wasnt for rum and Mexican tar.
I remember his performance in the kids choir in church.
Never sang a note he just danced.
While the other kids were singing, around the podium he pranced.
To get your attention hed give all he was worth.
He was a natural born theatrician.
He took acting in high school and did pretty well,
Though later he dropped out of school.
Drinking and drugging through some personal hell.
He never said nothing, there was probably a girl.
Plus its harder for some to live in the world
He started boosting laptops he returned for refunds.
Though he never meant a soul any harm.
Rippin and runnin to get a load on.
Lord, that boy had a hungry arm.
The boy had a hungry arm.
He finally got sloppy and lost his art.
Wouldna got caught but he was drunk.
Surrounded by police outside of Mervs Supermart.
He took one look around and knew he was sunk.
So he threw up his hands and started to dance.
A fifth of Bacardi fell out of his pants.
First day out of Quentin, terrified and broke,
He went to see an old celly in the Tenderloin.
Got a little piece of tar and a little pile of coke.
To speedball that prison right out of his bones,
Out of his head and out of his groin.
His friend was generous, gave him ninety-nine pure.
Lit him up like Roman candle.
His system had been clean for over a year.
And that big load was a little hard to handle.
Turned out to be too hot to handle.
Night had risen, bold and true.
Blackness blazing out loud.
The full moon was running cold and blue,
Through a smoky forest of clouds.
Stars were going off like fireworks.
Crackling across the sky.
Spread your wings and look homeward, baby brother.
Its a beautiful night for beautiful lies.
Say goodnight to me and your mother,
Its a beautiful night to fly.
They didnt call him till noon, in the waiting room.
The emergency ward had been busy.
But he had been gone since way before dawn.
Propped up in front of the T.V.
Later they said when they found him there.
The T.V. was tuned to Hollywood Squares.
He always bragged about being born in Hollywood
As if that could make him a star
You never know. He could have gone far
If it wasnt for rum and Mexican tar.
If it wasnt for rum and Mexican tar.
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