From the recording FACTORY TOWN
Lyrics
VERSE
Been down on my luck
old lady threw me out
My Shit’s spread out on the street
Called a buddy to bail me out
We ended up T-bonin a Honda
Bruised and broken
Ain’t got no job and insurance
Ain’t this country great so
Chorus
I’m Left with less than nothin
No place, bruised face and just a suitcase
Swallowed my pride
Moved back home
days spent in the basement
Makin music
a four track
malt liquor and Modest mouse
Verse
Broke, broken and stuck in the basement
Back here with those that taught me wrong
Tryin, really fuckin tryin to find
To find a path
But I’ll be damned
With no job, No prospects,
a pound of doctor bills but
Ain’t this country great, so now
Chorus
I’m Left with less than nothin
No place, bruised face and just a suitcase
Swallowed my pride
Moved back home
days spent in the basement
Makin music
a four track
malt liquor and Modest mouse
Outro
The four track,
The malt liquor and
Modest mouse
All the rest can go fuck themselves
Overdubs, bounces and multitracks
Mickeys, OE, and Colt 45
The Lonesome Crowded West is all I need
And all I’ll ever get
The Lonsome
Crowded West
Oh son, that’s all that left
is the Lonesome Crowded West