Have Heart
EP • 2008
Old man, I heard some things about the boy you used to be No father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey Too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave Too young to be a bird who forgot to sing On a ground that never knew the knees Of a boy and his own tale of two cities Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend When his youth is a wound time won't mend Never the best, never the best of times Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend At the thought of peace as something only lent Only the worst, only the worst of mine Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend When his son is another one who won't understand The Irish temper, it's history's chains And the bottle's stain that just won't wash, that just won’t wash, wash away A seed was planted in the sod of nothingness from which you came And flowers grew and roses bloomed To form this garden of a life you've made And in this city you once knew as Hell Is a garden where I enjoy myself And in this father I hardly know Was a son who took back what the bottle stole So I could be the boy you couldn't be Have the father you didn't get to see Have the youth you did not get to live Or feel the love this world forgot to give And for this gift I don't deserve to get I'll make damn sure I earned this Oh, your friends say Boston's beautiful Oh, all your friends say Boston's beautiful But they didn't live here, they didn't die here In the Hyde Park years Oh, all your friends say Boston's beautiful Oh, all your friends say Boston's beautiful But they didn't live hard, they didn't die hard When sons dragged out their fathers from bars Oh, all your friends say Boston's beautiful Oh, all your friends say Boston's beautiful But they didn't dream here, they didn't scream here Where no one hears Oh, all your friends say Boston's beautiful Oh, all your friends say Boston's beautiful But they didn't hide here, they didn't cry here Where little boys weren't allowed to shed their tears There just aren't enough men like you
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 23, 2026
October leaves on Massachusetts trees A sight so fleetingly free Just how October leaves Just how October leaves Just how October leaves me On fire with the maple trees On my knees with these leaves on these Boston streets Praying to a God a godforsaken summer night stole One fight, one family swallowed whole Some things, some things just fall apart Some families stand like November trees; barren and stark Some things, some things just fall apart And some memories continue breaking this cold heart And some sons have a hard time Looking at things the same Looking in their father's eyes When their heads hang in shame Highways home become oceans That I just can't swim And the rusty gates of Eden lock To never let me in (Oceans of emotions) Let me in (We've got to swim) Let me in (Oceans of emotions we've got to swim) (Oceans of emotions we've got to swim) (Oceans of emotions we've got to swim) (Oceans of emotions) Well I open my eyes (We've got to swim) I can’t see that family (Oceans of emotions) I can’t see that home (We've got to swim) So I'll just keep them closed Outside this door with these open arms With the warmth of the maple tree If these trees can't replace these scars Then let their leaves just bury me Let their leaves just bury me Let their leaves just bury me Let their leaves bury me
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 23, 2026
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