George Watsky - Dent In The Moon Lyrics
[Deluxe Edition Bonus Track:][Hook:]Swing, out of your shoesAnd if you should lose this timeKeep on swinging and swinging and soonWhen you connectWith all of your strengthLook up and you might see a dent in the moon[Verse 1:]Yeah, you see them craters?That was 'cause a kid said there'd be none greaterIn ten years Hammering Hank was at the plate launching balls into space saying see ya laterSkinny as a toothpick but he got a knackWatch him swing a broomstick at a bottlecapWatch him rinse and repeat till he's on the mapGoing from the cheap seats to the autographsPapa put a bat in my hand and all he said was never ever, ever, ever rock a Dodger hatAnd whether you win or you didn't you gotta be getting dirtyAnd we better send your jersey to the laundromatIt was in the cardsI knew someday I'd be a big league starPlaying second base for the Giants wearing number 9 rocking knee-high socksIf I just worked hard[Hook][Verse 2:]We had our 6th grade baseball tryouts on the basketball courtsSo a fastball-had hopsWe didn't have a grass field and so coach hit us groundersOff the asphalt-I droppedA lot and so he hit 'em faster and I took 'em off my anklesYelling that's all you got?And when I saw my name on the roster I went insaneLike I was sniffing bath salts, I'm not-here to play softI'll go beastmode on a piñata and bite it's mother*****ing face offUntil it rains candy out of it's neck-holeI don't go flexing my pecs, or get swoleI wasn't the fastestAnd when I moved it kinda looked like I was running through molasses-trueIt's silly to give a shit about a game but earthIs a little ball that's spinning on it's axis-too[Hook][Verse 3:]I wasn't cut out for the bigs, guess I been a foolAnd middle school was just a bit of cruel ridiculeBut when you step into the ranks of the manIt's like they push you from the high dive to the kiddie pool (thanks)It's time to ballroom waltz that plankWe're little minnows in a small shark tankYou try to swim without getting blood in the waterBut you're all heart and guts like a ballpark frankNever an all-starI had to keep scoreIf I were perfect I would quit and join the Peace CorpI'm not a hero, if I didn't try my doubts eat at meLike I'm a carcass on the sea floorSo say this shit is too cornyIt tastes better to me than, 'ooh poor me'I'm just trying to sing a different tuneAnd then fit into a world that didn't have room for me[Hook]
