Broken Marriages Song Details:
Broken Marriages Song Lyrics
We’re Some Savages
Came Up From Broken Marriages (Uh Huh)
Inherit The Damages
My Mom And My Dad Had A Hand In This (Uh Huh)
Now The Woman That’s Choppin’ My Bread And The Woman That’s Cuttin’ My Sandwiches
A Good Woman, I Had That Shit
But I Had To Be Seen With The Baddest Bitch
Don’t Know How To Let Go Of My Baggage
I Don’t Even Know What My Baggage Is (Yeah)
I Ain’t Happy, I’m Hazardous (Yeah)
I Ain’t Care That I’m Cancerous (Yeah)
I Got Changes To Make, And Let Them Die
I’m Afraid To Love, I’m Terrified
I Got Problems I Have To Identify
We Don’t Even Know Who We Are
Growin’ Marriages
We Have Miscarriages
Do We Even Know Who We Are?
A Bunch Of Savages Is Who We Are
When I Close My Eyes, What Do I Recall? (What Do I Recall?)
I See Endings But No Happy Ones At All (No Happy Ones At All)
I See Hugs And Kisses Turnin’ Into Brawls (Turnin’ Into Brawls)
I See Wedding Pictures Taken Off The Wall (Ooh, Ooh)
I See Rings Go From Fingers Into Dressers (Into Dressers)
I See Promises Turnin’ Into Confessions (Turnin’ Into Confessions)
I See Six Plates Turnin’ Into Five (Turnin’ Into Five)
I Look Up And See The Saddest Man Alive (Ooh, Ooh)
So I Try
And I Try To Put This Weight That I’ve Inherited Behind So I Could Fly
Ready Or Not, I Gotta Do It For My Child
But If I Ever Fall Short, I Guess I’ll Never Wonder Why
‘Cause Who Am I?
We’re Some Savages
Came Up From Broken Marriages (Uh Huh)
Inherit The Damages
My Mom And My Dad Had A Hand In This (Uh Huh)
Now The Woman That’s Choppin’ My Bread And The Woman That’s Cuttin’ My Sandwiches
A Good Woman, I Had That Shit
But I Had To Be Seen With The Baddest Bitch
Don’t Know How To Let Go Of My Baggage
I Don’t Even Know What My Baggage Is (Yeah)
I Ain’t Happy, I’m Hazardous (Yeah)
I Ain’t Care That I’m Cancerous (Yeah)
I Got Changes To Make, And Let Them Die
I’m Afraid To Love, I’m Terrified
I Got Problems I Have To Identify
We Don’t Even Know Who We Are
Growin’ Marriages
We Have Miscarriages
Do We Even Know Who We Are?
A Bunch Of Savages Is Who We Are
We Don’t Even Know Who We Are
Growin’ Marriages
We Have Miscarriages
Do We Even Know Who We Are?
A Bunch Of Savages Is Who We Are
I Got Good Traits From My Father
But I Got A Couple Of Bad Ones Too
Unconditional Love And Uncontrollable Anger Too
It’s Like I Don’t Have No Clue
The Damage That My Hands Could Do
I Raise Hell When I’m Mad At Me
Imagine If I Get Mad At You
Let’s Say You Were In My Shoes
In Between Rage, And Abuse
But A Man Says He Loves You
I Bet You Wouldn’t Wanna Love Too, Uh
You Wouldn’t Wanna Love Either
Meet A Good One And Leave Her
The Things You Shown Him Can’t Repeat ‘Em
Breed ‘Em, Beat ‘Em
