Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can
He doesn’t look anything like Jesus at all
Your friend, the one that you loved
Did you keep him on your side?
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And the white coats are coming for the clever ones
This is the dawning of the day without end
When fear steps into light
I’ve been planning for this day all my life
Or have I not?
Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow?
Usually the lines grow faint
Like old house paint
Just a way to mark the years gone by
You lay on a couch three weeks
Until the color came back into your cheeks
You’re measuring me lately and I can tell I’m losing weight
You’re scared of a world where you’re needed
So you never made nice with the locals
We are tired, we got nothing to believe in
But we are tired
We’re hardly breathing
And we’re free
Go tell the women that we’re leaving
History’s my backyard, eternity’s my reward
Whatever I do
I do not repent
I keep pissing against the moon
All our plans were made on streets the winter paved
So scorn divine and mourn the pride
The cold has spoken and drawn the line
Punk songs, I thought that they were different
I thought that they could end
No, no it was a deception
The number of tears and the number of beers
Were dried out and uncounted for a number of years
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
Kid, you better look around
How long you think that you can
Run that body down?
How many nights you think you can
Do what you been doin’?
My brothers gather round me, they see me when I’m down
Chewed into shape like a stone on the shore
But if there was lightning in me
You’d know who it was for
