| Joe Pug, "How Good You Are" | |
| By americansongwriter on | |
| February 8th, 2010 | |
| I was born into a circus, | |
| But I ran off to join a home. | |
| They said that | |
| I was worthless, | |
| That my family died unknown. | |
| So it gets, and so it goes. | |
| That's what you get | |
| I supposeFor wantin' something more, | |
| Than a life of walkin' rows.2 | |
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| FriendlyAll the | |
| Christians left behind, | |
| At the crossroads of your town. | |
| Oh, they're playing truth or dare | |
| Beneath the sanctuary now. | |
| Some wish they had the truth. | |
| Some wish they had the gold. | |
| But they're ain't no sense in leaving | |
| From the only game you know. | |
| Oh I know how good you are. | |
| How hard it is. | |
| How good you are. | |
| There's a butler in your hallway. | |
| He is troublesome and old, | |
| He repeats the word alive. | |
| To describe your family gold. | |
| You ask him please to go, | |
| But there's one thing you don't know. | |
| He carved | |
| April 7th, '65 into the side of your piano. | |
| Oh I know how good you are | |
| How hard it is. | |
| How good you are. | |
| Everything that you were meant for, | |
| Everything that you were born to do. | |
| Does not need you to do it, | |
| Someone else was born to do it too | |
| Now, like a half grown man, you barely learn how to stand. | |
| If you shut up with what you've chosen, | |
| You'll hear something choosing you. | |
| Oh I know how good you are | |
| How hard it is. | |
| How good you are. |