LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By Chuck Casey

CONCRETE CUPCAKE

I get rushed…I get crushed
I get hounded and pounded
Most of the time I’m watchin’ my back
So I don’t get myself surrounded

Chorus
That’s the way it is around here
Always somethin’ comin’ atcha
It’s a rock fight all the time
Better have someone there to catch ya

Been bombarded and discarded
I’ve been supplied and denied
Gotta keep the whole world on the outs
Or I’ll get myself over-stimulied

Chorus

Bridge
You see we gotta be tough outside
We can’t make any mistakes
If people see how we really feel inside
They’ll know we’re just concrete cupcakes

You complain you can’t get through to me
That’s because I can’t trust myself
If even one person gets into me
I’ll be beggin’ for some emotional help

Chorus

Chuck Casey
Copyright 2017