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Thrown

© 2016 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


Sometimes I flash back and I wonder
About that night in the back of that Chevy
Was there love involved or just hormones
In that fateful tryst of Bob and Evie
Nine months later, a muster of storks
Arrived at that house on Drake Road
There was a popping of corks
Among the jocks and the dorks
To drink to that unwanted load

You were thrown
It’s not your fault
You were thrown
Happy Valentine’s Day
They were thrown
It’s not their fault
But somebody’s got to pay

Our biggest achievement
Was not our intention
You can’t blame it on God:
Man’s brilliant invention
It’s biology, baby
Get used to it
One day you’re on top
And the next day you’re shit!

You were thrown
It’s not your fault
You were thrown
Happy Valentine’s Day
They were thrown                                                                                                          
It’s not their fault
But somebody’s got to pay

There’s no light at the end of the tunnel
Everything goes to black and then blue
You can spend all your energy fighting the dark
But you’ll end up as matter for glue

You were thrown

You can ignore it, or sell it, or buy it
And by “Buy it” you know what I mean
It really doesn’t matter
‘Cause you’re really not long for this scene
Take a really huge bite
Give it all of your might
Top of the Pops once
But now you’re alone

You were thrown
It’s not your fault……