I Wanna Throw it All Away
. 10/11/2007
by Tom Flannery
copyright 2007 (BMI)
No need for bright lights
or multiple lies
to keep on a string
the ones I've hypnotized
with a charm offensive
second to none
with the welts of a bar stool
and the gift of the pun
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
Home is where the heart is
at least that's what he said
but it can turn hostile
when you find yourself dead
no more red carpets
and texas sized tabs
no more colts buses
or free mcarthy cabs
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
the pacific and the hudson
come clean only when
you tell them where you've come from
and you tell them where you've been
and if they judge you worthy
to jump right in and drown
then home no longer can be
your kind of town
Hey there look at that guy
didn't he used to be
something other than
how he appeared to me
with a name etched in silver
and hands glued to gold
and the only fear that matters
the one of growing old
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
the pacific and the hudson
come clean only when
you tell them where you've come from
and you tell them where you've been
and if they judge you worthy
to jump right in and drown
then home no longer can be
your kind of town
Well...the bottle to the lips
is like rings in the tree
and every house I buy for
are merely more who can see
the tears behind the eyes
and the fears of vanity
wrestling with the broad arms
of anonymity
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
I wanna throw it all away
