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Onward


Artist: Doug OConnor
Key Signature:
Time Signature: 4/4
Artist's Description
A teenager's step-dad loses his job and neglects his kids.

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Onward
Lyrics: Doug O'Connor
Composers: Chris Porter, Gary Cubberley


Genre(s): Alternative and Punk, General Alternative
Mood(s): Angry, Confused, Icy, Sad, Slow
Style(s): Alternative, Confusion, Story
Tempo: 86-110 BPM
Language(s): English
Instrument(s): Bass-Electric,Drums,Synthesizers,Vocals-Backing Vocals,Vocals-Sung
Vocal Type(s): Male Vocals
File Type: MP3
OnwardDigital Download:$0.99
Cover Version:$22.75
Standard License:$125.00
Extended License:$225.00
Onward
Cuts his
Hair short in the sink
Eyes dry as lightning
Red and on the blink
Towels stacked in corners
They could use a good stitch
“What do mirrors look like
Minus rich eclectic bitches”

Onward
Lost his
Job selling earrings
Now he has a thing for
Writing Chinese fortunes
On the back of my chairs
I don’t believe that hell is
Paved with good intentions
Without a hard-hat soul

I pray his kids can be commanded to listen to me
Never again is a slogan that never is free

I’m afraid
His brain ‘sgone off the deep end again
He grunts with the lust of a teetotaler
Bending backwards I wish I never gained his favor
I’m just sixteen

Onward
Plays with
Puzzles that are large
Purple plastic swing sets
Too much for tiny wings
Trying hard to dunk his nose in
My cold creme brûlée
How many diapers
Did I change last Thursday?

Onward
Coughs when
I’m being negative
Begging for his
Pictures to be burned
Yelling just so I can yell back
Such a strong attraction
To assassination
I hate his alphabet

I pray his kids can be commanded to listen to me
Never again is a slogan that never is free

I’m afraid
His brain ‘sgone off the deep end again
He grunts with the lust of a teetotaler
Bending backwards I wish I never gained his favor
I’m just sixteen

Onward
Makes me
Feed his fetish with glee
There’s his hairbrush
There’s his silver bondage
Pretending execution
That tiny door knob
Left a big impression
On my cranium

I pray his kids can be commanded to listen to me
Never again is a slogan that never is free

Why is it so naturally unnatural to be that casual with futures like me?
Sneaking through windows will he love us or leave us to bleed?

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