DUMB - Ghost Songs


Maybe it's coz I got dropped on my head
Maybe I sleep on the wrong side o' bed
Maybe it's the blood type that I got here burnin in my veins
Or maybe it's coz I’m the silent type
Til the liquor gets me bitter and a question is a fight
Or maybe I'm just dumb

Maybe I'm wrong to let the palpitations 
Boil my blood when we make decisions
Informed by economics or just plained buggery
Or maybe coz we're convicts
Just tryin to get along always tryin to forget
Maybe we're just dumb

When ya ask yerself why I'm thick as concrete
Why I'm wishy washy as milky tea
Don't go looking at my family or my physicality or my g. e. n. e.  genes…
Yeh I'm just the staring type, the one with his head reflecting in a knife
Maybe I'm just dumb

Maybe it's coz I put whiskey in my gravy
Maybe it's coz o' my little brother Davey
Our hero's all were junkie ghosts when it shoulda been Marsh and Lillee

But I drink til I'm drunk an' my thoughts are never thunk
I fight when I shouldn't and I (orange diaspora) wouldn't
Think that a song can right all my wrongs
Sing too high for my raaaaaaange

Maybe it's coz I'm the silent type
Til the liquor gets me bitter and a question is a fight
Or maybe I'm just dumb

When ya ask yerself why I’m thick as concrete
Why I'm wishy washy as milky tea
Don't go looking at my family or my physicality or my g. e. n. e.  genes…
Yeh I'm just the staring type, the one with his head reflecting in a knife
Maybe I'm just dumb