Eisenhower to the West Side

Every way you get tight
A jail-skin cell, a junkies fight
Corner-boys full of grace 
Jesus Christ full of spite
Eisenhower with your power
Take me to the West Side

King of clowns, curious 
With a shroud they make their beds
Delray, Delray gets so hot
Mrs. White help me cool off
Headed North the Greyhound coughs
Garfield Park
My next stop

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber
Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar, bass, drums, keys 

Do You Feel Fine 

Do you feel fine with your disguise?
To me it seems 
To keep you up at night time

You’re caricatured by your brain
The weight of your world is unsafe
The bastard child 
The loose tooth
Cardboard tongue and sidewalk truths
Praying to a God that you never knew
For some reprieve or some kind of truce
But we know that you’ll lose

You’re ivory towered and mostly a coward
You’re hard-nosed and Lord knows
Someday you’ll have to pay in full

You’re caricatured by your brain 
The weight of your world is unsafe
The bastard child
The loose tooth
Cardboard tongue and sidewalk truths

You’re praying to a God that you never knew
For some reprieve or some kind of truce
But we know that you’ll lose

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber
Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar, bass, drums, keys 

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