#1
An angry man lives in the house
He dies every time he lives, his fists too full of drink to spill
With the power and need to stop it all he has no ill will
There are no lights to catch silver linings
Just grass no greener than a twenty dollar bill
An angry man lives in the house but he’s no god at all
A spirit so spoiled it rains down curtains and chairs
A man lives in a house
He dies. He lives. He spills. He lies
You leave because you live
The time for dying is not now but after the moon is still