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1.
"C'est la vie" letra
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
In his final sound a gurgle and a cough
In his final words the pendulum wore off
Stepped off a building to find some concrete evidence
Concrete evidence that he'd ever make an impact
Fiction splattered into...
Fiction splattered into fact
And his fiction splattered into another sidewalk painting on display
Stepped off a bridge so he could make a splash
To make a splash he had to flounder like a fish out of water
Another lamb that chose the slaughter
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
And his final sound...
Stepped off the platform and he briefly made,
Yeah, he briefly made the news
It made the news and he made the trains run fifteen minutes late
Oh, what a price to pay... the trains were fifteen minutes late
Oh, what a price to pay... to be the author of your fate
The trains were fifteen minutes late (to be the author of your fate)
The trains were fifteen minutes late (to be the author of your fate)
C'est la vie!
A drooling old bitch and a house full of lies
C'est la vie!
The little things that kill you make you glad to be alive
C'est la vie!
Disease in your genes and ocean levels on the rise
C'est la vie!
Sing a song of living, before everybody dies! |
2.
"Hair trigger" letra
That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back
She points her finger and she shows me what I lack
Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air
She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair so come on in
Her heartbreak on my skin and her scent on my fingers
Her taste is on my mind
It constantly lingers
'Till I can (breathe?) her
'Till I can believe her
'Till I can (breathe?) her
'Till I can leave her
Every kiss is a little sickening
I can feel Death's fingers quickening
Tightening my passageways
If you can't count the years, start counting down
Try to remember that she hates you
And though she might elate you,
She tries to kill the great that's in you now
And she's happening to the fate that awaits you now
And despite her words, it's not too late
I wrote a goddamn love song to praise everything I hate
And kids were wanting the chorus line,
And they sealed my picture's frame
She might run shit for right now but I'll be damned if it's forever and always
As the chorus line fades away like friends in high-school, always...
Oh, I got this feeling
And things will never, ever, ever be the same
Things will never be the same
What about those rainy nights in London?
What about the crippling desert heat?
What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me?
What about the hospital in L.A.?
It took me begging through the night
What about that blackened image in my mind?
I swear I burn with a new light
What about that frozen, dripping holiday burn that's cold
She's cold as ice! |
3.
"Tandem" letra
Everyone knows that cancer takes bites of every family,
And it eats up families whole
Dance around the issue
Take issue with the answers provided
The past few years radiate with treatment,
But to every day she'll put her cap on and greet them
She's got demons but you'll never meet them
Yeah, we hope one day that she can finally beat them all
She laughs for us,
She laughs so we don't worry
She smiles through the pain and keeps the details blurry
My intentions are not to expose
The depths of her trouble aren't mine to disclose,
But like evening rain on the petal of a rose,
It drips down to the earth and then begins to compose
And if there's one thing that remains so crystal clear to us,
It's that the wondering hands of the Gods are so Goddamn mysterious
Like there could be a justification
For the lives it takes and the lives that it's shaken
This isn't a eulogy or a requiem,
Just some words I sketched out because I haven't said them
This isn't about her father or brother
Just a few simple words so she knows that I love her
And tragedy will never disaffect her
I hope she knows how much I respect her
My intentions are not to expose, inverse, or impose
The depths of her troubles aren't mine to disclose
But like evening rain on the petal of a rose,
It drips down to the earth and begins to compose
A song worth singing
A wound that keeps on stinging
And a once sinking feeling that's always worth clinging on to
And a stone at a glass house that's always worth slinging
She laughs for us,
She laughs so we don't worry
She smiles through the pain and keeps the details blurry
My intentions are not to expose
The depths of her trouble aren't mine to disclose,
But like evening rain on the petal of a rose,
It drips down to the earth and then begins to compose
Saints walk the Earth
They don't patrol the skies
They're the people right behind you running tandem through the night
It's the comfort that's discovered between two sets of eyes
It's the hand that stills the other that shakes like candlelight |
4.
"Moonlight" letra
Yawn awake, familiar surroundings
All hotel rooms are pretty much the same,
Although the room number might change
Catch a glimpse of everything within the ladder's frame
There's always a window, but so changes the view
Affording a clue to the answer that's owing
Where we might be and where we might be going
There's no fixed address but the band, white as a suburb,
Catch a reflection it's going on since we're headed in any direction
So press your head against the window, look outside at emptiness
Tell a joke, or take a piss
Take a picture at every mile
Lock the door and start the engine 'cause it's gonna be a while
Tell a joke, take a piss
Take a picture at every mile
Start the van, close the door, 'cause I think it's gonna be a while
The (?) lay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road
Commune at the union between failure and hope
(?) highway line, (?) the land
Twist and turn, and tell a story
(?) Keep watching the skies
(?) In the blink of an eye
The (?) lay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road
Commune at the union between failure and hope
Turn our weakness into
Turn our blindness into
Turn our questions into answers as obvious
Turn our weakness into might
Turn our blindness into sight
Turn our questions into answers just as obvious
As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night
As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night |
5.
"Tapestry" letra
And what a fucking waste of a day
We just lay around and waste away
'Cause when that sun goes down, it's bottoms up
We try to reach the bottom of that endless cup
Everybody's getting older, but no one's growing old
BADABABA ABDA BAD ABDAD
As the weather's getting colder, the room starts heating up
BABABSBASBBADBBAmtui,WKDmdthLNsdrynmti,;
Kev's hair just keeps falling out and Chris just keeps getting fatter
But from where I sit now, on this rickety stool,
None of that shit really matters because this is our Versailles, palace of the swamp
Listen to me, for a nominal fee, you can have anything you want
What matters the most is a (?) goat suckling your bloated corpse at the end of the hunt
Never forming pleasantry, I'm so drunk I can't feel a thing
Pledge your allegiance to the fucking swamp king, drunk as hell
(?)
So pucker up those pretty lips of yours and kiss my ass and shut your mouth
Sometimes a knife right through your heart is exactly what you need
Sometimes the things that you're ashamed of make you who you're supposed to be
Listen to me, for a nominal fee, you can have anything you want
We'll remain here,
We'll remain forever and always
What matters the most is a (?) goat suckling your bloated corpse at the end of the hunt
We'll remain here,
We'll remain for always
Like a million other soldiers on a thousand other battlefields,
We wait for the dawn
Like a million other soldiers, yes, we wait
Well, this is our Versailles, palace of the swamp
This is our Versailles |
6.
"Dunsel" letra
And when the underworld's best kept secret saw its own reflection
I knew things would finally change
For better or worse, whatever as always
Midlight fires start to burn and burn down upon pretention
I won't take pictures from their frame, whatever as always
With the hands that sold me everything,
Slapped a price tag on my chest
Bit my tongue and shut my mouth,
Tried to blend in with the rest,
But I'm a square peg, I'm a sore thumb
And it seems to me this apathy kills the life and artistry(?) industry
All these songs sound so damn good, even if their meaning's hollow
Hollow words dry out your mouth
You might find it hard to swallow
All this shit that we keep feeding
To keep ourselves and you believin'
And no money could change us
Then a door opens up and some devil persuades us
The songs we sang when we were just young
Have all bypassed their meaning,
But there's still a few things that we keep on believing
Shitty music just ain't worth making
Smiles and âthank youâs just ain't worth faking
Some assholes' hands just ain't worth shaking
And if it ain't broken, we need to break it
There's no such thing as unconditional
No contracts bind you in the end
Make no mistake, this is a killing ground
Blood-hungry and camouflaged as friends,
Select 'yes' at the end of this mess (if you get there), and it's your only fucking option left
These days I don't know the people I'm supposed to trust,
And I don't trust these people that I'm supposed to know
The handlebars on my dreams slowly start to rust
They'll take everything and somehow you still owe
These cocaine cowboys finally get their wings, and sell them all for blow
These days I don't know the people I'm supposed to trust,
And I don't trust these motherfuckers that I'm supposed to know
The handlebars on all my dreams, they slowly start to rust
The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings, and now sell them all for blow
I make music for myself, not for (?) from the upper tier and their undeserving wealth
Here's to their failing fucking health
I don't mean to seem this hateful way,
But when the people you love start walking away
The world gets darker each and every day
Take your last bite before it crumbles away
There's something inside me I just have to say
I'm nothing, trust no one, just live for the motherfucking day |
7.
"The reign of unending terror" letra
Each word bitten,
Every âfuckâ is pronounced
With conviction written in justice announced
And every hand that feeds is bitten if it steals from hungry mouths
Convention be damned, I know who I am and
Some words are just too fucking loud they can't be ignored
Twice a bitter lifetime tucked tightly in their belts
But spat and bit in such a way that you know just how it felt
What it means to be a man and what it means to refuse it
Things I learned along the way while listening to their music
(?)
Throw your hands up in relief that twenty years won't end their reign
The reign of unending terror
The reign that brings us warning
The reign that breaks the sky and gives us hope for the end of this long night
Red sky morning light
The truth is, some days I don't have any morals at all
The truth is, I left them in the men's room at the drug stop in the second stall
That's the kind of a better me that obscures the very core of me
My shadow lacking in disbelief
Flipping through the sleaze
(?), thank the kings, uplift the rooks,
Spit on the diamond cuffs of the real crooks
When you look in my eyes, who do you see?
When you look in my eyes, who is it? |
8.
"Termites" letra
Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin
The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin
Smokeless flame, the common name
Less than the angels but more of the same
No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim
Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane
With the wind he disappeared
Confirming everything that I feared
The time passed is shown by the length of his beard
Solomon stands dead on his feet, waiting for termites to resolve his conceit
In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease
We are not Gods, death comes to us all
But tonight I'm invincible; tomorrow I'll crawl
In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease
The djinn in this bottle, just don't let him drown
Next lesson you swallow might be hard to keep down
Taste the penalty of the blazing fire
Taste the penalty, sing with the Devil's choir
Gin, always the gin, never thick and never thin
Thicker than blood, less than kin
The rattle trap night ends where it begins |
9.
"Tongue-splitter" letra
Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis
Well, I only said a couple words and he made a diagnosis
He said I'd say whatever I want because I never chose this
But I spent (?) and I looked at him (?)
(?) let a part of me die
Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie
I'm not asking for your pity or âwoe, is meâ sarcastically
I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically
But I'm waning alphabetically as I keep dropping bombs apologetically
It was a wicked, whimpering, Winnipeg night
When my dark grew wings and took to flight
The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment
Is the truth so bent it can't be broken?
Jealousy got the best of me and had conference with the rest of me and said
If this is all that's left for me then there's little room for regret
And that little voice inside my head said
If you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead
So I apologize mostly to that four or five guys who stand behind me on that stage every night
As the mic starts to whisper and the words start to blister in my mouth
That I know aren't right
I've gotta get back to who I was
Before my last ten years on autopilot
It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face
So (?) that can quickly be replaced
I've gotta get back to who I was
Before my last ten years on autopilot
So tell me again, how my life could have been before I was spineless,
Before I gave in
'Cause everybody thinks it's timeless, well, time's running out
One thing I'll never regret is I never shut my face |
10.
"Sex tapes" letra
He's looking at you, kid
It was gonna leak eventually, so eventually it did
And bad news travels fast (?)
In minutes, half the country will be stiff inside their pants
All the editors are hard, all the journalists are wet
All the boys are jerking off in private on the internet
The manager is sweating
The parents smoking cigarettes
And it doesn't matter (?)
It better be, it fucking better be,
It better be good
And she looks hungry on that tape,
Yeah, she looks starving in that limelight
In that sickly green, she might have been a girl I know or a place I've seen
Now all the editors are hard, all the journalists are wet
All the boys are jerking off in private on the internet
Between the sweat and the silhouette
Between the drink and the regret
Have your fill but don't forget,
Everyone's naked somewhere on the internet
The Jonas generation's got rigs wrapped 'round their dicks
The whole world waits with patience for one male voice to slip
Reflected, directed by one simple fact
Be careful what you're looking at because it might be looking back
And in that sickly green, she might have been a girl I know or a place I've seen
And in that sickly green, she might have been a fantasy that I've foreseen
Yeah, get it off online!
In that sickly green, she might have been a girl I know or a place I've seen |
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