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Well you name them caravan

And you name them plague

And a threat that must be defeated

And you name them convicts, liars, and crooks

And as they’re named so they will be treated

You can lock them in chains

Or block off them their way

Or just send them back down the road

But the cage you build is your own

You name them enemy and you name them dirt

You name them the thief and the stranger

And you’ll warn any man who offers them help

That he’s putting his own life in danger

You can hide with your hatred

You can hide with your fear

But deep down you always will know

But the cage you build is your own


Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP 464341364 Watery Grave Music ASCAP 396517127) ASCAP work ID: 908965370

( (Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP 464341364 Watery Grave Music ASCAP 396517127) ASCAP work ID: 908965370Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP 464341364 Watery Gave Music ASCAP 396517127) ASCAP work ID: 908965370


What is murder?

Sometimes it’s hard to tell

Sometimes it’s cold

Sometimes it burns like hell

Sometimes it comes down slow

Sometimes it comes down quick

Sometimes it’s best if you don’t know a goddamn thing about it

Sometimes its knocks so softy you can’t hear it at the door

Sometimes it screams so loud that it starts a war

What is murder?

Well you cannot always say

Sometimes they’re sorry

But it just had to be that way

Sometimes it comes up from below

When the talk gets slick

Sometimes it comes down from above from a policeman’s stick

Sometimes it takes a seat down in an empty chair

Sometimes it’s crawling up the walls

Sometimes it’s everywhere

Would you believe that that man he was a man who had a home?

And that man had a wife and that man and wife had a child

And now that child was just sitting around

Waiting for her daddy to just walk back through the door lift her high up off the ground

What is murder?

It just ain’t always clear

Sometimes its far away

Sometimes it’s way too near

Someday it might be me

Someday it might be you

Cause if they really done it just ain’t that hard to do

Sometimes it’s a secret that you take down to your grave

Sometimes it’s a flood that washes everything away


Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP 464341364 Watery Grave Music ASCAP 396517127

ASCAP work ID: 908965262


Some ships are solid vessels

That push through storms and heavy winds

And they carry crew and cargo

Bring them back home safe again

But them some ships aren’t good for much

And have to hug the shore

And I think you know what kind it is that you got tickets for

Some ships have many sails

Cut through the waves with grace

And they reach their destinations

At a slow and steady pace

But some ships they just sink like lead

Right to the ocean floor

And I know you know what kind it is

That you got tickets for

Some ships have got the blessings of the sky of the waves

and they keep their crew from slipping into watery graves

But some are cursed and crooked

And they are always gonna go

Down deep into the darkness waiting for them just below

Some ships got sorry captains

Who never learned how to steer

Who never learned how to use their eyes

Who how to use their ears

And they keep their ships filled up with scoundrels

And thugs and rats and whores

And I know you know what kind it is

That you got tickets for

Just look around just look around

This is what you bought tickets for


(Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP 464341364 Watery Grave Music ASCAP 396517127)

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