Song call: Voxtrot, Rise Up In the Dirt

The first time I actually listened to the lyrics of this song, I nearly fell over; this is basically my Silverlock/Blaine "OMG we're retarded and in love" song. It's their quintessential relationship song. The whole thing is mostly Silverlock talking to Blaine, but a few lines fit both of them. The lyrics kill me with how hilariously appropriate they are; I've italicized the best ones, for my own entertainment.

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Too many times you're gonna go out river-walkin'
Too many times you come home late
Too many times you suck yourself out of the scene,
It makes you wanna go straight
It makes you wanna go straight

Too many times you trade the bottle for the body
One drop for breath and one for skin
You say nobody knows the truth about your body,
You look tired and thin.
Are you tired and thin?

But if I were a good man, would it really happen?
Would you walk me home then everyday from work?
But maybe I'm a good man, wouldn't let it happen
I believe in love, I'm married to my work

Cause I could be a father, I could be a brother,
I could be a flower, rise up in the dirt
We were born to live here, we were born to die here
And you know this when you work
Yeah, you watch me when you work

When you are free from the work of this house
Well, you know what to do with your hands
Yes I'm sure
You got a few ideas

And when you wake from the shell of this body
Oh will you sing your ghostly lament?
Oh yes I hope
You've got something better up your sleeve

Too many times you bleed your love dry for your family
And let it over in your sleep
You'll overtry some hold the burden like a man,
Something you can keep
Something you can keep

You smell the scent of something burning in the kitchen
He smells the future on the lawn
These are the things we've come to recognize as truth,
We cut the right into wrong
We cut the right into wrong

But if I were a good man, would it really happen?
Would you walk me home then everyday from work?
But maybe I'm a good man, wouldn't let it happen
I believe in love, I'm married to my work

Cause I could be a father, I could be a brother,
I could be a flower, rise up in the dirt
We were born to live here, we were born to die here
And you know this when you work
Yeah, you watch me when you work

It seems that we used to live like rebels
But now we get scared like our parents
I shudder and think
It's just a waste of money

And when you wake up tomorrow, my son
You will be the father of something terrible
It will it shine, throughout your life
It won't bury you, cause we know

Somewhere in the darkness, you will find love,
Baby you will find love
You will feel young again
And you will feel young
-Voxtrot, "Rise Up In the Dirt"