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From The Tells of Parallels EP
2010
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lyrics

You been walkin' in the footsteps of your father
Ain't no door you wouldn't close to make a dime
You always wanted to be rich like your father
now you're just like him - you'll only end up doing time

While you're walkin' in the footsteps of your father,
it's toward the penitentiary you fly your kite
And when there's no more wind we'll find you been gamblin'
with everybody's cash - kid your ass is doin' time.

Junior, you've got big shoes to fill.

I been thinkin' about Ohio in December
the smoke stacks dormant as the bramble and the pine
with vacant parking lots, and vacant present hiding spots
when all move from assembly to unemployment lines

So I've been thinkin' about the footsteps of my father
how he did all he could to keep a workin' line
so I'd be proud to walk the footsteps of my father.
and just like him I gotta make a set of mine.

Junior, you've got big shoes to fill.
Whoa yeah...

Conglomerates designed to penetrate
and just take, take, take.
It's what they got Junior learning in class now...
but he won't know it 'til he's on his way back down.

credits

from Greatest Free Mutt Shit, track released October 1, 2010
Mike Maimone - Wurlitzer Piano, Hammond B3 Organ, Vocals
Bob Buckstaff - Electric Bass
Chris Faller - Drums, Percussion

Jon Alvin - Recording, Mixing at IV Lab Studios
Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering

Produced by Mutts
Music by Mutts, words by Mike Maimone
(p) 2010 Mile Too Far Music (ASCAP)
(c) 2010 Mutts Music, LLC

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