Frankie
written by meyer
composed by k.sullivan / t.scott / b.meyer
written by meyer
composed by k.sullivan / t.scott / b.meyer
Lyrics
frankie never had much, skinny wanna be tough
had a clean fade had that little white trash swag
6 foot 2 and a cincinnati ball cap
seemed he had his little world right in his palms grasp
appeared to have money and a ride or a car
stuffed with that ambition that would take him real far
laughing on the front porch in the rain soaking
life was new and possibilities were open
a cigarette he'd let you bum riding in that chevy truck
he would get you high if at the time he had it and enough
singing to whatever song was on and had a little bump
dumping the guts to that cigarillo and fill it up
we were just little runts running through the speed bumps
had it made in the shade and a little free lunch
aint nothing like standing still when cememts poured
aint nothing like the same street then two different worlds
aint nothing like what i could do-is be the hand up thats pulling me down too
standing on the train tracks when that freights coming
board after board you just cant out run it
aint nothing like what i could do-is be your hand up thats pulling me down too
frankie came up pretty poor, always wishing he had more
frankie liked what was yours and stealing from the liquor store
became neurotic lost the grip, what he wanted he would get
aint nothing but a split lip aint nothing but a little lick
Janice was his mother but was always gone or something other
coming back and talking down taking clothes and walking out
water off but cable free taking from the neighbors feed
too much independence led to all his bad decisions
at 11 he was hitting chicks, conquered them then he would dip
too young for lost innocence, awkward and ignorant
robbing at the weed spot and stealing car stereos
take your A1s and he'd rock em anywhere he goes
loved to hit the bottle and with Janice on the road
he would get that little girlie even when she said no
frankie was a night owl and here come them dark clouds
had some demons inbetween himself and the mirrors shouts
knocked up a crazy girl, panicked tried to hit the door
said she'd tell the cops so he came back had four more
felt the pressure, leveled dreams, started meth amphetamines
staring out the window screen he made a lot of enemies
got over on a dealers chick..glass broke and pistol whipped
bottles flying, shots fired and one hit his youngest kid
on the way to Good Sam, died in the ambulance
started on that hard crack and Janice wouldnt call back
frankie couldnt take it and his thoughts 'came consumed
with the raped chicks and death cut to needle and spoon
and that mirror wouldnt even know him if they reunite
just a shell of potential frozen in time
i rewind, we were close friends til i closed the door
saw him last week on the interstate with cardboard
frankie never had much, skinny wanna be tough
had a clean fade had that little white trash swag
6 foot 2 and a cincinnati ball cap
seemed he had his little world right in his palms grasp
appeared to have money and a ride or a car
stuffed with that ambition that would take him real far
laughing on the front porch in the rain soaking
life was new and possibilities were open
a cigarette he'd let you bum riding in that chevy truck
he would get you high if at the time he had it and enough
singing to whatever song was on and had a little bump
dumping the guts to that cigarillo and fill it up
we were just little runts running through the speed bumps
had it made in the shade and a little free lunch
aint nothing like standing still when cememts poured
aint nothing like the same street then two different worlds
aint nothing like what i could do-is be the hand up thats pulling me down too
standing on the train tracks when that freights coming
board after board you just cant out run it
aint nothing like what i could do-is be your hand up thats pulling me down too
frankie came up pretty poor, always wishing he had more
frankie liked what was yours and stealing from the liquor store
became neurotic lost the grip, what he wanted he would get
aint nothing but a split lip aint nothing but a little lick
Janice was his mother but was always gone or something other
coming back and talking down taking clothes and walking out
water off but cable free taking from the neighbors feed
too much independence led to all his bad decisions
at 11 he was hitting chicks, conquered them then he would dip
too young for lost innocence, awkward and ignorant
robbing at the weed spot and stealing car stereos
take your A1s and he'd rock em anywhere he goes
loved to hit the bottle and with Janice on the road
he would get that little girlie even when she said no
frankie was a night owl and here come them dark clouds
had some demons inbetween himself and the mirrors shouts
knocked up a crazy girl, panicked tried to hit the door
said she'd tell the cops so he came back had four more
felt the pressure, leveled dreams, started meth amphetamines
staring out the window screen he made a lot of enemies
got over on a dealers chick..glass broke and pistol whipped
bottles flying, shots fired and one hit his youngest kid
on the way to Good Sam, died in the ambulance
started on that hard crack and Janice wouldnt call back
frankie couldnt take it and his thoughts 'came consumed
with the raped chicks and death cut to needle and spoon
and that mirror wouldnt even know him if they reunite
just a shell of potential frozen in time
i rewind, we were close friends til i closed the door
saw him last week on the interstate with cardboard
