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Possum Song Video (MV)




Performed By: Brian Relleva
Length: 4:41
Written by: Brian Relleva




Brian Relleva - Possum Song Lyrics




Momma said that I was just going through a phase
Calling from her mobile phone somewhere in the everglades
Told her I was shattered by what I saw on TV
The country's going down the tubes and the government's asleep

The streets are on fire, my bank's gonna fold
Can't find a 1-900 number that can save us all

"Yes sir, no sir," was all I had to say
When my mad as hell father called me from his hotel in L.A.
He said son your momma tells me that you're going out of your mind
With paranoid delusions of a country that is blind

The only thing that I can see is a mess
Is that the truth is just a plaything to the liberal press

The IRS wrote me a letter asked me why I ain't never filed
Told 'em I ain't found a job that fits into my lifestyle
Tried to be a cook but just wound up gaining weight
Had a job at time and temperature but got fired for being late

I wanna blow this town, I wanna run for my life
But right now this wooden bar stool feels like paradise

You know the longer I live the more I think a happy man is blind
Cause if you don't know you're direction it's hard for you to walk the line
And the more people I ask, the best answer I can find
Is if you wanna know the truth don't ask a college educated mind

Wise men walk the streets with a heavy load
Prophets wind up like possums beside the road
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Momma said that I was just going through a phase
Calling from her mobile phone somewhere in the everglades
Told her I was shattered by what I saw on TV
The country's going down the tubes and the government's asleep

The streets are on fire, my bank's gonna fold
Can't find a 1-900 number that can save us all

"Yes sir, no sir," was all I had to say
When my mad as hell father called me from his hotel in L.A.
He said son your momma tells me that you're going out of your mind
With paranoid delusions of a country that is blind

The only thing that I can see is a mess
Is that the truth is just a plaything to the liberal press

The IRS wrote me a letter asked me why I ain't never filed
Told 'em I ain't found a job that fits into my lifestyle
Tried to be a cook but just wound up gaining weight
Had a job at time and temperature but got fired for being late

I wanna blow this town, I wanna run for my life
But right now this wooden bar stool feels like paradise

You know the longer I live the more I think a happy man is blind
Cause if you don't know you're direction it's hard for you to walk the line
And the more people I ask, the best answer I can find
Is if you wanna know the truth don't ask a college educated mind

Wise men walk the streets with a heavy load
Prophets wind up like possums beside the road
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Writer: Brian Relleva
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