Bogieman Lewis & His Wasted Youth - Southern Discomfort

This place fears me no more
It holds me in line with the bored
My wife loves my bartender and i must surrender
To this southern discomfort

This place is the root to all evil
People here worship the holy grail
This is their excuse to rip off and abuse
Oh Lord save us from our discomfort

I'm not ready to change ways my Lord
So today i'll hold on to my discomfort

No need to be worried
My generation's standing still
Too much time to kill, too little goodwill
We're just passive empty souls

I'm not ready to change ways my Lord
So today i'll hold on to my discomfort

Teenage dreams are the first to leave us
Ah come on man, just grow up
But what's the deal in being mature & wealthy
If your mind's not really healthy
And your chances slowly disappear?
Well, go on this path of mediocrity, then
Pretend to be happy but slowly die inside (no, you can't hide)

And when this empire will fall
I won't care after all
I'll just hold on to my discomfort

I'm not ready to change ways my Lord
So today i'll hold on to my discomfort

Written by:
Georg Pomarolli

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