“Spoons”
Born to stir the pot way too soon
Living life on the wrong side of the spoon
Chore boy burns…pay the devil his due
Living fist to mouth…no silver spoons
They’re all hard as hell and leave a bruise
Was the choice of weapon for my mother to use
Some keep rhythm while we sing the blues
Your love spooning with another feeding lies to you
Use it to cut their heart out…make them dig the hole too
Do you want to play Spoons…
You can go first, but I’ll bet you lose
Close your eyes, grind your teeth and you’ll be asleep soon
Hey I’ve got a game…have you ever played Spoons?
© 2015-2016 Travis Yates. All rights reserved.
Born to stir the pot way too soon
Living life on the wrong side of the spoon
Chore boy burns…pay the devil his due
Living fist to mouth…no silver spoons
They’re all hard as hell and leave a bruise
Was the choice of weapon for my mother to use
Some keep rhythm while we sing the blues
Your love spooning with another feeding lies to you
Use it to cut their heart out…make them dig the hole too
Do you want to play Spoons…
You can go first, but I’ll bet you lose
Close your eyes, grind your teeth and you’ll be asleep soon
Hey I’ve got a game…have you ever played Spoons?
© 2015-2016 Travis Yates. All rights reserved.