Lyrics Blue October – Any Man In America

I only note spending time away
I only note the truth is spoken
Best when brutally so honestly.

I’ll let you know you set

That’s when I miss my daughter desperately
Your mocking bird puts dents in me
While touring press and reliving my song hate me
I was losing custody
I never even saw that shit.
How she played me
And planned and sought it fit
To turn that trick and financially she would benefit
My first and probably only billboard hit
Was gonna pay for my two year old’s college
I should have hid that shit
So she couldn’t spend that shit

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Like you don’t know.
You act like you believe it.
That you’re in control.
It’s just your legal system though
They don’t think about you
No they don’t care about you.
Now every man in America take back your control

Like you don’t know.
You act like you believe it.
That you’re in control.
It’s just your legal system though
They don’t think about it
No, they don’t care about it
Now every man in America take back your control.

So I kept my business quiet
Just like my lawyer said.
And I tried to focus all
My anger in my work instead.
I was succeeding at self reliant
But inside my soul is dead.
I had to be the sole provider
But not allowed to be the dad.
Literally they took her from me.
Legally they did! They did!
But I’m not a fucking book
So fuck your book in Lincoln I said
Fuck the judge. Fuck that county
Fuck your family too.
Yeah fuck everybody that took my baby girl, Blue
I’m way too strong
I work my ass off all day long.
And I’m gone for months at a time
And you keep sitting there and lying
Bitching «Come back home»
I hate you, hate you god.
And then you came back home
And filed for another fucking divorce.
I’m sick of crying I’m sick of you instead
I’m not sick, or stuck in my head.

Any other man in American can get screwed just like me.

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You won’t understand, probably never will.
Listen slowly I’ll let you know the deal
Lying ass play the judge with your crying ass
You had your nose wide open when you saw the cash.
Grimy bitch growing tired of you trying shit.
Women run the courts, men provide the chips.
Well eat up bitch until you had enough bitch.
But take my kids; you can kiss both my nuts bitch.
Telling lies cause daddy’s always on the road.
But you the one fucking like a groupie at a show.
Money hungry so you try to take my youngest from me.
You a dummy honey I’ll chase you across the country.
Bring the drama to you mama and you mama’s mama
Cause we all know you chasing after commas.
Couple checks few houses and Gucci blouses
You changing dicks like you changing outfits.
Constitution now a day’s got the daddies losing.
Lot of fathers getting fucked like prostitution

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