Our Town

© 2024 Gary Healy. All Rights Reserved. Our House Mama’s in the basement Getting high on her tan Daddy’s posting updates His Facebook page is all the rage Sisters in the kitchen Working out how best to syn Little brother’s in the loft Daddy’s cards help get him off I am sitting writing songs Answer phone: “It won’t be long” Telling lies is stock in trade You can have the truth - Won’t get you laid Timmy’s at the bus stop Miss McCabe just dropped him off Timmy’s taking Chemistry He’s pulling A’s Hey, no more E’s Vinny’s at the car park Waiting for the drop off Vinny don’t believe in sin Land rezone, hey cash is king I’m still sitting writing songs Punching keyboards feels so wrong Voices talking in my head Uh-oh baby, one is dead Mama’s at the airport Booked herself a resort Daddy’s scored another friend Nothing helps, that wound won’t mend Sister's at the protest bagged herself a killer vest Vinny smiles at TV crew He’s sellin’ dreams, to me and you I am finished writing songs Head is stale, the muse has gone So many people, too much hurt Can’t shake this feeling I'm out of words Authorship & Production Notice: The lyrics, vocal melodies, and original structural arrangements in this track are human-authored works composed entirely by Gary Healy. AI audio generation tools were utilized strictly as a production mechanism for instrumentation rendering, stem generation, and mixing based on these original human-composed foundational elements. All rights to the underlying musical composition, narrative arc, and lyrical content are fully retained and legally protected by the author.