I’m a hatchet I’ve been bleeding the trees
I’m a woman down on my knees
I’m a carpenter fighting the fleas
Fucking fleas
I’m a dancer I been dancing the streets
I’m a fighter I been feeling weak
I’m a joker I just lost my keys
Found my keys…that’s a joke yeah
When I’m home gonna see the kids
Gonna party till I can’t lift my lids
But I’m a liar they think I’m legit
Telling fibs
Setting mommy’s mind at ease
Thinks I’m making money, money from trees
But I’m a loser with overdraft fees
Begging please…please please yeah
The way you hold your head up
Girl I know you’re fed up.
I left my bleeding heart upon your porch
And when I came back for it
You had just destroyed it
You stood there laughing while you burned it up
And I can’t tell…..do you love me or you hate me?
I can see you
I can see you standing there
But I don’t know you
When your friends are all around
And you’ve been crying
Crying while you tore me down
And I’ve been thinking it’s time I end it now
And I can’t take it
I can’t take it anymore.
And I don’t want what you’re selling anymore
If you’re mad for young guitar bands like Momma and Feeble Little Horse, L.A. four-piece Rocket are sure to hit your alt rock sweet spot. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2023