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Jeffrey Star

from Instinctive Drowning by Chris Orrick

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CHORUS Let's go drive to the park/Let's sneak in after dark/Let's get drunk in my car/Then let's stare at the stars VERSE There really isn't much left to do/except to stay inside and make a mess with you/I wasn't gonna drink tonight/But we can start a fire and watch the heavens move/Till I start a fight that's best to lose/I probably won't change so let's assume/I took two shots when you left the room/Now both you and me got exit wounds/Cuz I can't go anywhere/Without you, that's not fair/I don't know why you love me/I'm broke drunk and ugly/It's probably best not to question it/And neither of us know where heaven is/And this world wasn't meant for me or you/I know you wanna leave it too CHORUS Let's go drive to the park/Let's sneak in after dark/Let's get drunk in my car/Then let's stare at the stars x2 VERSE You got a smile I can't leave behind/So let's a make a world that we design/It's 10PM on a Tuesday night/When we pick songs drunk we usually fight/So we can order second dinner/Or we can do to the park and watch the heavens glimmer/Send the world our best regards/And take a little trip to the Jeffrey Star/It's only us, that might sound/lonely but, look around/It's the fucking best/Leave this world it's a fucking mess/So let's get a pint of rum/Sip that quick, find another one/Look around for another Sun/While I figure out what the fuck I've done. CHORUS Let's go drive to the park/Let's sneak in after dark/Let's get drunk in my car/Then let's stare at the stars

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from Instinctive Drowning, released August 26, 2016

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Chris Orrick Detroit, Michigan

Chris Orrick is the patron saint of a poisoned world. The blue-collar MC writes spiteful chants for the permanently scarred, death letters for the forgotten, surly hymns for charcoal lungs. Think Bukowski on an eloquent bender, swapping wine for whiskey, a notepad for a glowing LED screen, the race track for the recording booth. These are anthems for the irate, over-educated and under-valued. ... more

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