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
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With his eyes on the TV
And his three points on the home team
Gin in his blood from a lifetime in front of some barkeep.
Jokes in his head to break up the ice at the parties
A whole lifetime trying to find someone to laugh
After the death of the punchline.
Love Songs on the Radio
The lamb can wander from the flock
In shopping malls and parking lots
Sometimes the shepherd brings him back
Some nights the wheels just spin
How it feels when we fall, when we fold?
Modern girls always have to go
Old-fashioned men always want a mistress
Modern girls always get their way
Modern men dream of what they can’t say
Right? Right? Right? Right? Right?
I don’t belong
I’m faking my own death so I can get some rest, I know I thought of everything, at last twice!
And I was drawing crazy pictures and before I was done
The pictures started pulsing like an alien lung
And I said “oh my god this is just begun”
And it was twelve more hours before I was done
We were up on the rooftop and I’ll tell you the truth
I was convinced I’d already fallen off of the roof
And these weird metal things rolling around in outta space
Were teleporting me from place to place
The last time I did acid I went insane
There was talk of love in Tennessee of the beauty of the 70’s
I can see the future in the air
With you sleeping in the morning
And if all our efforts lead to this
And how we barely slipped away
Why must we lose love to ever know love at all?(we lose it again, we lose it everyday)
Here’s to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
He said “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of that ragged old flag”
Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover’s pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays
I wonder if they ever dreamed, they would get just what we gave them?
She had a hairbrush mic and a fantasy band
She opened up with We Are The Champions
Went into right into Under my Wheels
I was trying to figure out how I feel
I’d write the ending without any sorrow
Step out of your toga and into the fog
You are a prince on the ocean
In the pinch, in the sky, in your eye
When there’s no one left to fight, boys like us don’t shine so bright!
As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that
