West Virginia, the home that I know
The sun-baked hometowns and the hills covered in snow
I left all your mountains, all your crowds and all your beer
I left for the city, I left out of fear
Out of fear that I'd live and die where I was born
Not movin forward or backward no more
Now all I know is where I've come from
West Virginia, the home that I know
And the prisons full of thieves and of killers and of robbers
They're all just like us, all they need is a dollar
and a house full of family, or a love, or a friend but
We are all the same, we're alone in the end
We are all the same, we are all the same
And all we need is a cigarette to sober up
The well sprung a leak, all we need is a drink
At least there's a job for me, a place I can sink
There's a girl out there, she waits for me
There's a girl out there, she was made for me
And the prisons full of thieves and of killers and of robbers
They're all just like us, all they need is a dollar
and a house full of family, or a love, or a friend but
We are all the same, we're alone in the end
We are all the same, we are all the same
And all we need is a cigarette to sober up
Now all that I got are the holes in my wall
And the things I hear sometimes
My brother died last year when he drank from the tap
These are things I hear sometimes
More than a man, I'm a legend to these folk
Built all my life merely wishing for hope
I lied to your face when I spoke before
We are nothing alike, I don't need it anymore
We are all the same, we are all the same
We're alone and we're scared and we feel it's a game because
We are all the same, we are all the same
And all we have is a cigarette to sober up
The avant-pop of Griffin Brown works elements of free jazz and experimental electronic music into its tapestry of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2021