Pushin' Up Daisies

from You Can't Do This by My Son The Hurricane

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lyrics

Pushin’ Up Daisies

It’s getting there from here
It’s the other side I want to be
I’d leave the money and the women
For what I believe

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Hey Baby, how you been lately?
We’re at that age now, life’s getting crazy
We’re at that age now, sink or swim
We’ve got a taste now, don’t eat the whole thing
We grew up knowing we could do anything
But anything quickly turned into everything
& everything is more that we could have imagined
& then what happened?

v.1 (Bergsma)
So shout out to every time to got 3rd instead of 1st
I want the best, so I sit through the worst
I want it all, the good & the bad
& I’ve already got more than I could have imagined
Shout out to all the fella’s & the ladies
That ain’t giving up ‘till they’re pushing up daisies
Do what you got to control the gears
It’s not about being there, it’s about getting there from here

v.2 (Nigel of The Pocket Dwellers)
My son’s a hurricane he’s tearing up my life
Only a few months, its how I planned it with my wife
We dreamed for him but soon he’ll dream all on his own
Make his bad decisions from the things his life was shown
I tell ‘em, yell ‘em, teach ‘em preach ‘em then release ‘em
Baby’s gotta’ do it all alone
Be his own man or grow up to be a clone
Life’s written with chalk in rain not carved in stone

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from You Can't Do This, released January 1, 2011

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My Son The Hurricane Toronto, Ontario

My Son the Hurricane is a 14-piece brasshop funk beast with the mantra: anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Hailing from Niagara/Toronto, the band mixes New Orleans style grooves with funk, jazz and hiphop.