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I've stolen too much, and given too little
now my legs have gone numb, and my lips drip with spittle
and this sob-song I sing is coming out like a riddle
and i'm running away:
They'll cut me off at the middle
The ship that I handle is lit like a candle
so in day i'm too bright, but at night I can travel
and they've seen me at last, and they mean to dismantle
and their anchors come down with the sound of a gavel
They're coming for me, and I have no say in it
They're coming for me, and probably you too
They say: "Get out of your seat"
They say: "Get off of your ass"
They're coming for me, and I have no say in it
They're coming for me, and probably you too
They say it again, so over I bend
and I show them my side
on which I rely
They're coming for me, and I have no say in it
They're coming for me, and probably you too
Well, i'm mostly water, but not this kind
Well, i'm mostly water, but it can't save me
They're coming for me, and I have no say in it
They're coming for me, and probably you too
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I got my sea-legs by the time we got back to shore
I found my fingers slipping through the splintered cracks of your door
I rolled the bones and every number came up 5-7-4
I got your letter and it said: "I cant take no more of you"
and if you wanna get down, and if you want to get in
i'm gonna give somethin' to ya
and if you wanna get down, and if you want to get in
i'm gonna get somethin' through your head
I got my sea-legs by the time we got back to shore
I found my fingers slipping through the splintered cracks of your door
I rolled the bones and every number came up 5-7-4
I got your letter and it said: "I cant take no more of you"
and if you wanna get more, and if you wanna get less
i'm gonna give somethin' to ya
and if you wanna give more, and if you wanna give in
i'm gonna give somethin' to ya
and if you wanna give more, and if you wanna give less
i'm gonna give somethin' to ya
and if you wanna get more, and if you wanna get less
i'm gonna get somethin' through your head
No.
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(vomit)
I have got something of a problem:
I've got snot clogging up my drain
I have no tools with which to solve him
my face is curling like a centipede
I have not begun with the balding
though I have shaven all my hair
I have no control of my talking
my face is just an absent part of me
and I said:
"Who asked for you anyways?"
"Who asked for your stinkin', fuckin' ass around here?"
Crawling up a flat wall: Memorize The Pain
Crawling up a flat wall: Lubricate Your Enemies
Pull another fast one: Make Another Name.
Pull another fast one: Make Yourself An Enemy.
(my guts on the floor)
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I am blind
to the kind
of resign
of this captain
Make it mongrel, speak in snarl
bleed, and borrow all your claws.
Doctors
Lawyers
Police Chiefs
Employers
Make it mongrel, speak in snarl
bleed, and borrow all your claws.
Bare teeth,
don't breathe
Don't you
dare speak
Wolves all follow
a trail of sorrow
Feast your eyes
upon the blind
Make it mongrel, speak in snarl
bleed, and borrow all your claws.
Sign the papers, Bloody Fingers.
All that you leave
seems to carry
the weight of wishing
but, you've gone fishing
Make it mongrel, speak in snarl
bleed, and borrow all your claws.
(Everything that you see is untrue
Everything that you say is untrue)
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I've cut my name into the hilt of this blade
hidden under my kilt
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've carved my name into your leg
The land it knows from word of mouth
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've made a frame, but you don't fit it
I'm not to blame; its your consciousness
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
It's cold down here
I'd know, I made it
It's becoming clear
That you don't belong naked
I'm beating a horse thats been dead too long
You're running your course, please crash head-on
I'll soften the blow with well-meant cruelness
I'll soften the blade on your ligaments
I've made a frame, but you don't fit it
I'm not to blame; its your consciousness
It's cold down here
I'd know, I made it
It's becoming clear
That you don't belong naked
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I can't put out fires, I have no desires
I am not a liar, you have made me tired
I've got nothing for you but
"SCREW"
I beget The Bastard, I tell him: "Go faster"
Ether is relaxer, I will have no master
I've got nothing for you but
"SCREW"
I can't put out fires, I have no desires
I am not a liar, you have made me tired
Can I suffer, like you suffer?
Can I suffer, like you all?
I beget The Bastard, I tell him: "Go faster"
Ether is relaxer, I will have no master
Can I suffer, like you suffer?
Can I suffer, like you all?
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Why worry about wasting poison?
It cures me of doubt, its a matter I have no choice in
Let's hurry this up, my knees are losing patience
It's blurry, its dark enough for me to fake it
Drunk on pollen, I become perfumed with bile
Count the hours, cut a notch for every dollar you burn
Why worry about wasting poison?
It cures me of doubt, its a matter I have no choice in
Drunk on pollen, I become perfumed with bile
Count the hours, cut a notch for every dollar you burn
A freight train gripping the mist in the distance: a fistful of wishes.
Blissed out on missing blistered kissing: wistful reminiscing.
Blameless, nameless touch: I breathe a bit too much
Clutch it until I blush
Blameless, nameless touch:
I breathe a bit too much.
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I'm gonna wear whatever I want, and
I'm gonna fuck whoever I want, and
I'm gonna talk however I talk, and
I'm gonna walk however I walk, but
When will I get mine?
When will I become Queen of the Blues?
Please don't put me in yer little box
of cock-rock-rings and boxing socks
I'm gonna pour nail-polish under my skirt, and
face-fuck the microphone until it hurts, but
When will I get mine?
When will I become Queen of the Blues?
I put my hands down and search for something, but
face the fact that I'm always tugging nothing
I lubricate the stuck and rusted, wretched screws, but
soon my hands become the loving hangman's noose, but
When will I get mine?
When will I become Queen of the Blues?
(La-La-La)
When will I get mine?
When will I become Queen of the Blues?
but,
I've walls and i've got solace
I've got a purse inside my wallet
and,
I have finally got mine, but I
have to get away
from all of you
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Get it out of your system before it gets out of your hands
Just focus on the mission: we're trying to avoid land
Salt-Tongue, so holy, rewrite this story
Salt-Tongue, so holy, breathe from your spine
You're my gentle bump, my supple stump
Now, thump the trunk of what ya thunk
Let "Thunk" be humped by brittle junk
Believe the bump will make us sunk
Carving bamboo to scar tissue: Facial Tattoo, becoming new
Sunk, we sunk softly
Sunk, we sunk to free all our minds of mutiny
Much mad we made of scrutiny
of human streams, what semen sees
and blackened bleeding of the knees
Salt-Tongue, so holy, rewrite this story
Salt-Tongue, so holy, breathe from your spine
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Simple Science won't explain magic
Don't try to keep up with an addict
Cough Syrup drips down from the attic
Sewing needles prepare for the static
Fuck it up, I said:
"Fuck it up, it don't matter."
Chug it up, I said:
"Chug it up, it wont shatter."
Gallop it off.
Get it out, whats up your sleeve?
Pet the part of me thats my Pet Peeve
I wanna be alone, but please don't leave
My telephone is only used to receive
I wanna be alone, but please don't leave me
My telephone is only used to relieve me of me
I wanna be alone, but please don't leave me
Leave me alone.
Everyone that you know makes their own pain, and it'll stay that way
Your legs are just made to stand in your way, and imma knead that clay
Every Soul Singer dies this way, and
They all say: "It's gonna be a real nice fuckin' funeral"
Polish it off.
Bottle your emotions every day, and then you can drink 'em away.
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Traveling out of the city, I felt a twitch in my spine
which prepared me for the knitting: Christmas Belt of fishing twine
but, what we offered was not mine
the dummy laughter fakes mine
Fill my bottle with you pity, at least its less sour than wine, well
it makes me stupid and witty: widdling wood for your dime
Sucking the sawdust out of a vine, I let my claws rust
it takes time.
Get driving to the means while shaking.
Close your eyes, count to ten, and
I'll open mine, and watch the light
begin to bend
Dry my eyes, I won't mend, but we can find a place
to watch this begin to end
Let the sky bleed out before you
Break my back with gentle rain
Let the branch beckon implore you
Hold me down until i'm tame, but I will not be
I will not.
Could you fight for this?
Would you sheathe your shame?
Could you put a dent in it?
Will I ever be the same as "I Was Not"?
I was not
I am not.
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