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I knew an old man who was so prideful
He had some robberies on his street
so he stayed up all night listening
With a shotgun at his feet
But unfortunately he feel asleep no later then past 2 or 3
And the robber came and he took everything
And he left packing some heat

Never victum to the system
He refused to play the game
Whether he bought or sold or 18 holes
He did it his own way
He defined self made, sell you anything
You'd never get away with this shit these days
The only tragedy is he will never meet
Himself a name sake

I know I've never been a saint
But that old man believed in me
And I'm God-Damned sure
That I'll take this to my grave
And be there in Elegy

I knew a young man was so greatfull
For the life that he had lived
No silver spoon, a one bedroom
He built his business from nothing
He could talk his way out of anything
Don't even know of half of the shit he did
But I guarantee that he was just like
With a smile on his face

He had a wife was oh so lovely
Were the years that they had spent
Side by side in the window light
The latter days were some of the best
Age separates them from each other
They're not dying but they're dead
She would have been the perfect mother
Cause you've been just like a dad

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from Not Many Of Us Left, released July 14, 2012
Music and Lyrics by Sean Huber
Guitar and Vocals by Sean Huber
Drums by Sean Donaghy
Bass by Paul Impellizeri
Additional Vocals by Brendan Lukens
Produced and Mixed by Eric Muth

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Truth In Comedy out October 19th via Lame-O Records!

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