Lyric Hourly Daily

Don t let there be
Somthing sout in my coffee
This fourteen year old
Is screaming get out of my country
I won t let him rise
Just to say goodbye
Hourly Daily
This August call
Brings somthing bad in his sock draw
There s too much hate
Covering up those once white walls
I don t wan t my boy
To think that I m only to avoid
Tread safe, Hourly Daily
He s the spiting image of the oldest of two
Now what kind of mess have you got yourself into?
Make the morning pledge
To the hum of the city quiet
Pray [that] the daybreak sun
Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night
Bring one good face
Into this house today
Hourly Daily
He s the spiting image of the oldest of two
Now what kind of mess have you got yourself into