Description: Dave Hause "The Great American Going Out of Business Sale" (feat. @Will Hoge ) (Official Audio) Dave covers Dillinger Four (c) all rights reserved We were raised to be just what we are, in case you didn't know If I offered up to you some proof, would you let your anger show? Or would you put your mind to sleep, kept warm by simple novelties And a history that's really not your own? Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed? Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to its knees? Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see? Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white, and black eyes forever Somewhere south of respect tonight, this tension's wrapped up nice and tight The static's felt but never makes a sound A man finds nothing left to eat, another sells his body for a place to sleep As Klansmen flood a conference hall downtown This TV has the answers, let fashion have your eyes This job is your achievement, this Bible is your pride Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide? Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white, and black eyes forever I think of a story my father told me About a fella he know in the Army The Pentagon traded him checks for both his legs "Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said Still it's said that this war was won Well, I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks I have a mouth that speaks and goddamn, it will Because I've had enough of all this shit About making do and playing ball, the way things are and dealing with it Mixing pop and politics He asks me what the use is I'm not into making excuses And I'll die the day I find them fucking useless

Description: Dave Hause "Super Powers Enable Me to Blend in with Machinery" (Official Audio) Dave covers Dillinger Four (c) all rights reserved Lyrics: It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus Back to a niche, dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust But there's something about the city's gray that seems to say all there is to say Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent, faking loyalty and getting paid Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all She keeps the Variety section and then gives the rest to me She says she remembers when buses were nicer, "no dignity in plastic seats" But there's something about the way she said, "the only good boss is one that's dead" Broad shoulders giggled all over the bus and work ethics crumbled into "them and us" Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all And all these spectres of the workplace Turned from effigy back to reality And yeah, I wish it was that simple To think a belly laugh is really all we need But it's the slow decay of the day-to-day That says take your paycheck Accept your place and fade away But there was dignity in plastic seats that day

Description: Dave Hause "The Father, The Son and the Homosexual / Single Parent" (Official Audio) Dave covers Dillinger Four (c) all rights reserved Lyrics: They called it faith They called it fair They called it resolution I call it shit when we were alone They simply paid no mind You'd suffered such a crime Then there you were A mother way too soon They said you'd made your bed Then they filled your head With the sound The bells of a cathedral You say you're still ashamed I wish that I could make it stop Like salt thrown over shoulder A coin tossed in a fountain Not unlike a knock on wood You said only in as much As you were sensitive to touch Did you feel like a human when they spoke And so you hid your life All bottled up inside Just enough to make Your angels choke You took all you heard And tried to make them your own words Only deafened by the sound The bells of a cathedral Now you hate yourself and I wish that I could make it fucking stop All my life Surrounded, unfounded Teachings thought as threats I won't forget

Description: Poor Man's House Written By @Patty Griffin All Rights Reserved You know you've done enough when every bone is sore You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more You know you're coming to some kind of understanding When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing Mama says god tends to every little skinny sheep So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep Nothing is louder to god's ears than a poor mans sorrow Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow Hey that's the poor man's house Everybody get a look at the poor man's house Everywhere they went before must have turned them out And now they're living in a poor man's house There's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven They got a lot of wine and fish up there And the bread's unleavened They got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs Daddy's been working too much for days and days He doesn't eat He never says much but I think this time it's got him beat It isn't that he isn't strong or kind or clever Your daddy's poor today And he will be poor forever Hey that's the poor man's house Those kids are living in a poor man's house They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out And come home in the evening to the poor man's house What are you chopping that wood for Why are you growing that corn Mama's sewing a brand new shirt and You're wearing the one that's torn I guess it's for some one else's kid who wasn't born In a poor man's house Hey take a look at that house Everybody we're living in a poor man's house Seems like everywhere we go they find us out Find out that we've been living in a poor man's house

Description: Dave Hause "Top of the World" Written by @Patty Griffin All rights reserved I wished I was smarter I wished I was stronger I wished I loved Jesus The way my wife does I wish it had been easier Instead of any longer I wished I could have stood Where you would have been proud But that won't happen now That won't happen now There's a whole lot of singing that's never going to be heard Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow Think I broke the wings off that little song bird She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now Top of the world I don't have to answer any of these questions Don't have no God to teach me no lessons I come home in the evening Sit in my chair One night they called me for supper But I never got up I stayed right there in my chair There's a whole lot of singing that's never going to be heard Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow Think I broke the wings off that little song bird She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now Top of the world I wished I'd have known you Wished I'd have shown you All of the things I was on the inside But I'd pretend to be sleeping When you'd come in in the morning To whisper goodbye And go to work in the rain I don't know why Don't know why Because everyone's singing We just wanna be heard Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow Want to grab a hold of that little song bird Take her for a ride to the top of the world right now To the top of the world[x8]

Description: Dave Hause "Moon Song" Written by @Patty Griffin All rights reserved Lyrics: Followed your road till the sky ran out Followed your love till love was in doubt Followed your love till it never really was at all Feeling stupid and hollow Now the moon's gonna' follow me home Waited for you till the snow fell down Over my skin like a thin nightgown Waited for you but you never came around at all Waited for you till they pulled the plug Bartender emptied out his big tip jug They swept all the floors Vacuumed the rugs and went home Drank all I could swallow Now the moon's gonna' follow me home Time go easy on me tonight I'm one of the lost sheep alright Take what you must, take what you must Of what I've lost as I have roamed Let the moon follow me home Followed your tears with a washing pail I followed your story I followed your tail Followed you straight through the Doors of your jail cell too Followed your voice in the darkness soft A wind came through and carried it off I followed your love till it never really was at all Drank all I could swallow Now the moon's gonna' follow me home Drank all I could swallow Now the moon's gonna' follow me home

Description: Dave Hause "Minimum Wage is a Gateway Drug" (feat. Jake Blount) (Official Audio) Dave covers Dillinger Four (c) all rights reserved Lyrics: Now, I'm stealing cigarettes Selling them off to friends for rent Plus a paycheck and still in debt? I'm asking how could it be? I know they know I'm beneath them Even homeless assholes know my name Now it's "urban flight" or a cell for the night You know it's all the same One can tell themselves about when going gets rough Determination just ain't enough When your overtime defines your life This American me This American me Tradition tells us home own But the time card's saying no go Now the suits are talking foreclose From sea to shining sea Time was a war time economy Was a silver lining to tragedy But even those with homes are now those alone In the land of the free I asked for nothing and I got it in spades Worked for a living and I earned a cage They say I look old for my age This American me This American me This American me This American, this American, this American This American me This American, this American, this American This American me This American, this American, this American This American me

Description: Dave Hause "When It Don’t Come Easy" (Feat. Laura Stevenson ) Written by @Patty Griffin All rights reserved Lyrics: Red lights are flashing on a highway I wonder if we're gonna ever get home I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight Everywhere the waters getting rough Your best intentions may not be enough I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight But if you break down I'll drive out and find you If you forget my love I'll try to remind you And stay by you when it don't come easy I don't know nothing except change will come Year after year what we do is undone Time gets moving from a crawl to a run I wonder if we're gonna ever get home You're out there walking down a highway And all of the signs got blown away Sometimes you wonder if you're walking in the wrong direction But if you break down I'll drive out and find you If you forget my love I'll try to remind you And stay by you when it don't come easy When it don't come easy So many things that I've had before They don't matter to me now Tonight I cry for the love that I've lost And the love I've never found When the last bird falls And the last siren sounds Someone will say what's been said before It's only love we're looking for But if you break down I'll drive out and find you If you forget my love I'll try to remind you And stay by you when it don't come easy When it don't come easy