Damaged Goods

Orphans

C Maiorano

You said you wouldn’t, Then you did it
Playful kitten, With a mission
Contradictions, I don’t listen
Too explicit, Here to mention

A pile of twisted wreckage
Always misunderstood
You’ve gone and burned you’re bridges
Now you’re damaged goods

I knew I shouldn’t, Then I did it
Lusty ambitions, I got permission
On the condition, That I listen
Recollection, of rejection

A pile of steaming wreckage
Always misunderstood
I’ve gone and burned my bridges
Now I’m damaged goods

They said we couldn’t, Almost did it
I believed it, for a minute
Past afflictions, made your decision
Cursed demons, never leaving

A pile of wasted wreckage
Always misunderstood
We’ve gone and burned our bridges
We’re all fuckin’ damaged goods

Chris Maiorano - Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Bass
Tom Boudreau - Guitar