"Reasons"  Parental Advisory genre: Grunge
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	about the past, about the present & most of all about my future...
	CD: Storm Chaser   Label: Drop Dead Records Credits: Loving wife Denise & Patient cat Badger.
	Story Behind the Song This is a story of my father - A fucked up bastered who died in 1978 - my mother later died in 1979 - her song is next. Father does not always know best... Lyrics Reasons Running from the past, so fast I can see, far away from everyone, everyone But me, I can feel the presence it’s sneaking up behind, I can feel the tick tock, I’m running out of time. I hear the leaves rustle I see the coins roll, deep in my sole it takes a grim hold, till one day I’m in a dream all alone I see a chilling sight, my own headstone. I try to find the reason why he had to die, all I can feel is the tears I have cried, but not from the sorrow, and not from the pain, just cause I feel I’m not muthafuckin’ sane, my wife went crazy as she tried to keep me straight, but I shoot it in the foot, with my fucked up fate. I Gotta have the best I gotta have it now I’ll finance the world I don’t give a damn how, just gimme gimme is all I can hear above all the screams nothing’s really clear. I’m sinking in a hole my life was a blunder, justice is served I’m six foot under. I realize I’m dead but I’m still not free, can’t quite make ‘um out someone dark’s after me I gotta keep running it’s closing in again it’s getting hard to breath from the smoke and the sin. The wall is a mirror, I can see a face it’s vaguely familiar but in a strange place. I’ve been hear before but now it’s really cold, it’s December 10th and I’m 8 years old This is the night that my daddy died, I never understood why my momma never cried, behind closed doors I can feel the heat I never realized my mom as beat, black and blue with a 9 foot whip, yep it’s true my daddy like to sip, but from that bottle came unleashed a fucked up monster hereditary beast. He was not the first and will not be the last, that’s why I continue running from my past. Why do I have this it’s really hard to tell everyone has their own private hell. Now I’m awake I guess it was a dream off in the distance I hear another scream, I pay it no attention as I grab another fifth, I do believe hereditarism is a myth.

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