Big Mother Gig - Alvarado

When you stopped listening to everything that they said
You flee the brigade, Grade after grade, feeling afraid as they teased you
And in your mind it never stopped
But somewhere along the way you lost the plot
Your grit turned to wit, your wit turned to folly
You embraced melancholy as it seized you

Now you're all grown up, you've turned the tables
And you regularly throw up in your new condo on

Alvarado
Pretending that time forgot you
Alvarado
Ironically play the Lotto
Alvarado, Alvarado
Don't be so incommunicado

Well, you went from bad to worse to questionable then to ridiculous
Taking your lumps, perfecting your jumps, beating these chumps at their own game
Every night these fools all get in line and dance to the same beat every time
You casually scoff, and I think you might need some time off
To reflect, to self-correct, or just to feel some shame

Because that's one hell of a get-up and not surprisingly
Your friends are all fed up as you walk down

Alvarado
Pretending that time forgot you
Alvarado
You play your riffs staccato
Alvarado, Alvarado
Oh nothing matches your bravado

We all grow and adapt, look for a different tract
Find a new way to react
But not every path is worth taking a crack
And sometimes it can be hard to bounce back
From our echo chamber on

Alvarado
Pretending that time forgot you
Alvarado
Vintage threads and tattered novels
Alvarado
Your living like some desperado
Alvarado
Your art-rock riffs are so staccato
You puff your chest up with bravado
So cool you couldn't even bother
On Alvarado

Written by:
Richard Jankovich

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