outfield

from seattle by the garages

written by James Taylorson and produced by Adam Palenčár

Standing in outfield    
looking at the pitching mound   
Why did they light you in flames   

Standing in outfield  
Looking up in the sky 
Do you see us play the games 

We played for you
We won for you 
But they took you away

hate the damn gods 
They’re abusing their power 
Nearly every single hour 
we hate the damn gods
They’re abusing their power 
Nearly every single hour  
they took you to soon 
Taking everyone 
And lighting them up in 
Flames

Standing in outfield 
Looking into the gods eyes 
All we can see is flame red 
Wishing they would die   
Standing in outfield 
Looking at raining clouds
Floods come and douse them
Please douse out their eyes  
They set our friends ablaze 
So why wont floods drown out their flames
And Wash the gods far far far away 
 
Like They Burned you 
Like They stole you 
like They Took You away 

hate the damn gods 
They’re abusing their power 
Nearly every single hour 
They took you to soon
hate the damn gods
They’re abusing their power 
Nearly every single hour 
they took you to soon 
Taking everyone 
And lighting them up in 
Flames

I’m standing in outfield 
looking at the pitchers mound 
Wond’ring why they took my friend 

I’m standing in outfield 
Looking up to the sky 
They should have took me instead 

I’m standing in outfield 
Looking up to the sky 
They should have took me instead