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Father Finlee (feat. Justin Ray Stringer)

from The Beginner's Guide To Theatrical Pop by Spence Hood

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To the water
Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered
By the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles
Every step he takes
Heaven's angels
Tremble in his wake
Never seen a wall so high
Watch dogs around the clock
Guards at every corner
(And they don't bother calling the coroner)
Once a man gets locked inside
He's here 'till the reaper knocks
Or so they thought, 'till they saw one night
That man escape, and to this day
Every inmate knows his name
To the water
Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered
By the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles
Every step he takes
Heaven's angels
Tremble in his wake
Legend has it he was raised in an attic
Mom and dad could barely afford the same pattern
Of asylum after asylum
Prayin' to Poseidon
To keep the darkness outside of him
They say he never uttered a word
Until the crucifix around the neck
Of a corrections officer
Caught his eye
He said, "My, oh my"
"I think I just found my ticket out of Hell on Earth"
To the water
Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered
By the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles
Every step he takes
Heaven's angels
Tremble in his wake
It only takes a week or two
To break a god-fearin' man
Ease him in with the small talk
(And then plant ideas 'til his ears fall off)
Finlee played that guard like a fiddle
Turned his own fears into a homing missile
"Father, can you save my soul?"
"First, you gotta bring me a little C4"
Bang, FLASH! Take an educated guess
How the blast didnt singe a single hair on his chest
He just stands in the rubble, beneath the floodlights
When despite the chains on his feet and weak muscles
He walked off, spawned a generation of knock-off
Fanatics who got caught claiming they was raised in the attic
To follow in the steps of a priest
Who traded his fate for the depths of the sea
Feet hurt
Hands are dirty
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30
But I don't think
We need to save him a seat tonight
Feet hurt
Hands are dirty
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30
But I don't think
We need to save him a seat tonight
Feet hurt
Hands are dirty
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30
But I don't think
We need to save him a seat tonight
Feet hurt (To the water)
Hands are dirty (Father)
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30 (Finlee walks)
But I don't think (Hardly bothered by)
We need to save him a seat tonight (The ten-pound lock)
Feet hurt ('Round his ankles)
Hands are dirty (Every step)
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30 (He takes)
But I don't think (Heaven's angels)
We need to save him a seat tonight
To the water (To the water!)
Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered (Father Finlee)
By the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles
Every step he takes
Heaven's angels
Tremble in his wake
To the water (To the water...)

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from The Beginner's Guide To Theatrical Pop, track released October 31, 2022
Music and Lyrics by Spence Hood
Featuring Justin Ray Stringer
Produced by David Bashford

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Spence Hood is a Seattle-based “singer-popwriter” making melodic guitar- and piano-driven grooves with flares of jazz and R&B

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