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I tried to fall in it again
My friends took bets and disappeared
They mime their sighing violins
I think i'll wait another year

I want my chest pressed to your chest
My nervous systems interfere
Ten or eleven months have passed

there’s a son he is born with a silver spoon in his mouth go on boy admit it there’s got to be something you love enough to protect you tire of things i know but you’ve got to push on some men crave women and some men crave gold some folks die too young and some die too old some just want to pass life with liquor and cards some work to the top and well some don’t get far BOY, DECIDE BOY, DECIDE you’re too old to fuck around and too young to die time to try a life on for size now the time it has come to pull yourself out of the mud and fix yourself up hell don’t you care how you look? your mother god rest her she’d spin in her grave if she knew what a mess you have made 'cause you’re pissin’ into the wind squandering the life you were given now what will you do? you’re wasting away still alive digging a hole you can dive into when you get tired of fighting

Fourteen years have passed since that day
Your stories are the same but the ends have all changed
You carried on like you were some type of god
Some things will never change

We went home to see our folks
We laughed and we told jokes
It was like we were young again

By the light of the moon, I'm coming home
Howling all the way - I'm coming home
On my hands and knees - I'm coming home
I know when I've been beat - yeah, I'm coming home
By the skin of my teeth - I'm coming home
By the soul of my feet - you know I'm coming home

I'm coming home, but I ain't coming for you

By the light of the moon, I'm comin' home
Howlin' all the way, I'm comin' home
On my hands and knees, I'm comin' home
I know when I've been beat, yea, I'm comin' home
By the skin of my teeth, I'm comin' home
By the soul of my feet, you know I'm comin' home

I'm comin' home, but I ain't comin' for you

Life in the city
Everyone's busy
Packin' portfolios to kill competition

Hey boss, hey boss, I'm capable of making your life easier but I'm drunk on promotions

Can I get you some coffee?
Can I make you some copies?

A girl came in the night
She brought me a fever
She laid her hands upon my head
'Till I was burning up
I woke alone
I was still burning
The fire was all that was left
All that's left of you

A lonesome star, in a bitter sky,
I hear the hungry ghosts calling out in the night,
Just a couple victims of this brutal reprise,
Am I strong enough to let things just die?

I fight & I fight,
Just to keep the spark alive.
But if there's nothing on the other side,

There are many choices in this life
That we don't get to make
Like who's your pa, where your from
And when the leaves are down it's time to rake

But you can choose your drinking partner
And mine ain't from Tennessee
Yes, it's straight Kentucky bourbon for me

Driving in the country
I passed her home
Her room was filled with a warm light glow
I was singin' into the darkness
Moonlight thick as mud
There was no way she could understand
It was a roaring in the blood

I didn't mean to make you feel out of place by the comments on your clothing or the makeup on your face i didn't mean to preempt the chase you're the drama queen of every scene perfectly out of place only cynicism can get through to you expand the image up the insults negativism through and through all of this pretending makes me feel a bit confused you've spent your life losing yourself and now you're marked as used so you cry yourself to sleep on your blanket of snow with your tiara of barbie doll heads and your arms crossed for a pillow if you can't make up your mind just how different you should be reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy.

a smell like cigarettes creeps softly through the vents
the room is filling up with smoke and little bodies
tell all the boys and girls from school
to keep breaking all the rules
to let their parents know they're individuals
datura flakes off from your lips
you've lost the swagger in your hips
your eyes are turning blue to gray

Maria's mixing up the poison in the bathroom combines blue and green and brown and black and red She puts it on the doorstep of her neighbor whose feet transmit the poison to her heart in the shape of a cross the bone grinds into her skin the blood starts circling in her heart the poison's sinking in The blood in her body is changing the capillaries are spreading the disease her blood starts to flow her heartbeat's getting low she starts to feel nothing

in the valley the girl waits
at the back of a caravan
wears a dress made of rainbows
for a night on the town with her man

he is good to her
he takes care of her
he holds doors for her

There is a shred of guilt in every one of us
And a pain we felt in watching you all suffer
Now the time has come to make amends to everyone
To pay the price for all that we could have done
But we wasted everything
Now we're done

At the end of the road he calls everyone home
And the fire will consume us
Striking through to the bone
At the end of the road you will soon hear him call
As the congregations crumble and the chapels will fall

And the taste on your tongue
Well it comes yeah it comes

A curse has laid o'er this wretched land
Most of the folks here don't give a damn
Should I bide my time or start the fight?
Wait for the sound of drums pounding in the night

Ah ah ah ah

Sit down for a spell

The trees gave up their up their roots
And the lepers left their caves
All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain
And the kings all became slaves
On the day
That my lord came

The fire split the beams

Well I'll take two shots said the devil to the man

and layed a little book on the bar

well lord knows the devil he only talks shit

and only drinks whiskey from the jar

Get on with it put off the fuss you chickenshit
get on with it can't you see its time to quit

I seen three men hangin' from a sycamore
their bodies were stiff as a two by four
and their heads were tilted down towards the ground
and it ain't been long since they been up there
that their bodies turned cold hangin' in that air

I walked the road from Tucson to San Antonio with the smell of blood on my breath ninety days of sweat and dirt feels like one night when you've got nothing left till there's nothing left to do but die buckshot is my bread and I'll drink whiskey instead of water cause I can't stand to be sober in this place your hands on my face every step of the way tryin' to peel away the pain I'll drink whiskey instead of water.

Meet me in the valley
See me pass on the street
You'll find me in the garden
Trampled flowers 'neath my feet

The oceans'll seethe
And have no reprieve
For the weak

Into the woods with a pack and a blade
A cigar box medkit, retractable spade
Flint and steel
Pine needle bed
There ain't nothig like the woods
To clear your head

I got a real nice piece