Every Time I Die Album

We've drained full confession booths
Polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood,
Grinning with our arm around shoulders of a rotting child.
Hold that pose.
Provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings.

Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed.
Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed.

Famine fathered a moth. Famine fathered a moth
That begot our fathers.

Keep your voices down I'm sneaking out.
Hey! What's the big idea?
Keep your fucking hands off the insight
That rat has got its mother's eyes.
That rat has got its mother's eyes.
Breeding ad nauseam, they are ouring themselves into the sea.

Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.

Leave your drunken accident at the prom.
It'll grow to mend your broken heart.
Don't sign the dotted line (Every house is a little bit of Hollywood).
The world is too incredible to bring such ugliness into it.
The artist is sneaking down the hall to impregnate the last of its kin.
Indescernible mute in a swarm of derivatives.
And I deny any part. I deny any part of a
Deadbeat godfather.
Deadbeat godfather.
Deadbeat godfather.
Bite your tongue. Who taught you those words?
Blaspheme! When you are under my roof
Don't ever say "Rock and Roll"
Don't ever say "Rock and Roll"

Oh lord i am famed
Just said i am fit to swing, bout time I have prayed
My woman just might wear my ring

Oh you know im no good,
You know im no good at court ordered goodbyes

But when im gone youll see ill be a better man yet,
For the dispossession, take it back into your arms
Better keep me close to your heart,
Better keep me close to your heart

The defiant had me cornered in a storm
and it let me walk out the front door
at the scene of the crime

Hang em High, keep your vows brief
let em swing,
Make em swing till it hurts
And if you still believe, that man guilty of love cant survive
Then Hang em high or not at all

oh no

Oh you know it gets hard, it just gets so hard going limp in your arms

I am clutching a smoking gun
there’s no chance of me walking out of here alive
This is all very literal,
I cant bring myself around to write an excuse this time

Were liberated by the hearts that are prisoners
were taken hostage by the ones that we break
Throw the book
Throw the book
Throw the book
Throw the book

You had me strung up by the tail and you put me back

Hang em High
Keep your vows brief,
Let em swing
Make em swing till it hurts
And if you still believe, that men guilty of love cant survive then hang em high or not at all

Where did you get the privilege to pardon me?

marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade. with a bottle and a bible the dregs are armed to the teeth.
we traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim that we were wed in the trenches while college boys pine for loveless exchange.
we carry the fragments from detonated eyes embedded under our bones. we've spilled blood for the sake of fitting skin to the frame but our moneys is no good here and our memorial has veered off the road.
the locals will bury my wandering eyes at the docks of the potters field where the rifles of ranking men are equipped with 21 silencers.
at 'em boys. give 'er the gun
at 'em boys. give 'er the gun
I'm the richest man in town.

I'm the richest man in town.
faith, stand down. give your wings to the boredom that resurrected my soul.
crash the car. if the motor won't turn over, glory be to god.
jumped from the disloyal waves back up to the bridge.
renounced the warmth of the turbulent grave.
I found blood on my lips from a covetous kiss and I hope that my home tips its glass to it.

turn the lights off, turn the lights off
daddy better lock up his girl
say a prayer boy,
call on the cops? cause you ain't gotta run when the music comes on.
board up the doors,
the windows and keep your crying under your breath.
Cause I smell a drop of fear in a ten gallon tank and I'm movin' in for the kill.

yeah
in the wild kingdom
you don't live 'till you're ready to die x4

which one of you sons of bitches is going to make me feel alive
which one of you mother f**kers
is going to get inside my heart x2
is going to get inside my heart attack
whoa

it's a full moon, denim is tight,
and my flannel shirt is reaking out.
run for you life, cover your eyes i don't want you to see me party this hard.

i've got a bone to pick with the morning sun and the first last call.

but i didn't put my hair in a pony tail for nothing so if i'm going home alone i'm not going at all.

yeah,
in the wild kingdom
you don't live 'till you're ready to die
which one of you sons of bitches is going to make me feel alive
which one of you mother f**kers
is going to get inside my heart. x2
is going to give me a heart attack.

look away it's too much to bare, i've been bitten by the party animal.

save yourself, save yourself, and tell my baby that i loved her so.

don't cry, don't cry, i gave the world one hell of time today.

don't regret a thing except for the times that I got caught givin' in.

hey! hey! hey!

i never thought it would take, I had thick blood and cynical skin.
so where are you supposed to escape when the creature is lurking inside you.

sound the bells and take to the streets in arms.
we're descending fast, a pox on your house of cards.
dry your eyes, your daughters have lost their faith and started feeding upon the bait that we wear on our sleeve.
promise us you won't tell the public the fury with which we despoil.
I've got a wife and kids and a hybrid car. I've got a good life and I can't risk losing.
if you can keep it a secret then me and the boys will bring pale hell to this town.
we're trouble bound and we summon the devil electric.
prey on the faint of heart.
we sing praises of the rebels who went by the book.
gravitate to teenagers artlessness' and sing it aloud.
the content is trivial. its pillow talk is plagiarized by the gadgets of lust.

just go to sleep, leave the gestures and customs to us.
cry fraud and let play the anthem of war. cry fraud and let play the anthem of war
boys stand your ground. keep the delicate fingers but wrath in your white knuckled grip.
the film is loaded and it's aimed at the whites in their eyes.
you put out to get in. and we slipped right past the guards in the belly of a horse.
we sunk our fangs into the pulp of a desperate angst. we're powerless just until we're invited inside.
if you can keep it a secret then me and the boys will bring pale hell to this town.
we're trouble bound and we summon the devil electric.
prey on the faint of heart. we owe thanks to the revels who went by the book.
don't give up the ship. we'd rather sink than admit it. don't give up the ship.
we only have one night in town.

Play with the bow at the bridge.
Tune your voices to minor chords.
This is the lowest we've ever been until we bend for the offering.
We're giving a knee jerk response to the awe.

We come strapped to the bed, on display from the duty of tour.
They picked up the signals we tapped to the visitors
And our sea legs were lost on the march from the graves to the cross.
We brandish the plague of the middleman's heart.

Sing the rats through the gate.

I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car.
but I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born.
Our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones.
If I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around.

So coarse is the world.
We're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust.

We'll never make it home alive.

Play with the bow at the bridge.

All girls buy the enemy line.

Woe! Such remarkable woe.
Hold sight of him. Point him out.

I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car
but I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born.
Our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones.
If I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around.

So coarse is the world.
We're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust.

War! Come with us home.

You'd better shove another piece of what's left into your mouth while the gettin's good
'cause you know the highs are running lo, and every new is gettin' old.

Lord, I've been down, since you been seein' another boy

Me and my girl are gonna smoke the cigarettes that we find in another man's tray,
WE'RE GONNA PICK ALL THE MEAT FROM THE BIG CITY BONES, because the hot is gettin' cold.

Lord, I'm not proud.

Keep your chin up the water will boil!
The comet will come for us all!
Make amends with anything you've ever loved,
and open your arms to the swarm!

We have salted the earth, raid hell! Raid hell! x2

You'd better drink up, get your sorrows in, cause we're coming upon where the ending begins,
the nickel city's new church says "no one allowed" since all the lights are going out.

The end is near!
I will be delivered.
We've filled our bellies with so much repulsive flare,
I'll explode if I'm not forgiven.

Make amends with anything you've ever loved,
and open your arms to the swarm!

We have salted the earth, raid hell! Raid hell! x2

You'd better get it while the gettin' is good, cover boy, you know the highs are running low.
You'd better shove another piece of what is left into your mouth; we need to learn to go without.

There is no plan for the dutiful. We dried the country making room for our grave, but my time is sure taking its time running out.

vague men tied to a stake. gather round your little ones.
feast your eyes. steady your aim. behold!
we hit shore dragging miles of verse. poisoned food on the line, well we're throwing it back.
thought the meat of this kill would feed starving artists for centuries.
skin him! gut him!
this is not what we bargained for. he is worthless unless he is whole.
make bait. food for thought. spit back every hound. spit back every hound.
all that we hunt you for, we are.
plastic rabbits and white elephants.
an unclothed singularity is the fox that the dogs couldn't reach.
skin him! gut him!
the contaminated repast for the head of the bachelor band. make bait. food for thought.
you have no idea what you're up against. you have no idea.
I chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap.
bring me the tongue. everything else is fat. salvage the tongue. discard the rest of him.
bring me the tongue. everything else is fat. salvage the tongue. everything else is fat.
bring me the tongue. throw back the rest of him.

I tied the devil to the tracks (can you hear the train coming?).
I served him papers with a seal from the governor. the spoiler throwing voices, the vapors that they built this city on. but he don't write much for me anymore.
when we keep hell in our hearts, we make no excuse for our genius. so what's my excuse now that hell has abandoned me?
I enticed the devil out with a bottle. but maybe it was he who lured me out instead.
when we slept in penitent beds, we awoke in the loving arms of attrition. so what's my excuse that hell isn't courting me?
give me the strength to be widowed now that the honeymoon's over. grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.
condemned with you all.
goddamn you all.
I marched across the muddied stream, illuminated from beneath. the lock was picked with the church's key we found on the belt of the veteran to open bar tabs in the taverns assembled in levels by the damned and fanatic for me.

we never loved ourselves so well as when we lusted after another. we hummed along to electric guitars and the standard "whoa oh oh oh's" and we drank each other under the covers.
I eased the devil back with the throttle, because I'd rather live my life in regret than not take part in it.
if the devil don't mind, well its alright with me. so what do I do when the devil don't notice me?
give me the strength to be widowed now that the honeymoon's over grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.
condemned with you all.
goddamn you all.
I tied the devil to the tracks (can you hear the train coming?), and I tied the tracks in a lover's knot around the finger of a beautiful girl.
I'll keep hell if hell will have me.

Trained in the art of devastating the arts by remaining unmoved in their midst.
We came down, down, down from that high, oh, and now we're looking for more.
We're bloodless now, and we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it all.
We're passed around, around, around like the currency of the friendless roads.
One trick pony.
And the parlor isn't big enough for the both of us.

'til death do we rock?
we're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you keep buying it.
'til death do we rock?
you're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you're still buying it.

The closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
our orbits are collapsing upon themselves.
we're retreating into the vogue where we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitars.
Beg for the scraps of prose that piled up behind the bar.
Though we try and try and try we get the melody wrong but we remember the words. We're the parasites but we are delicate in the way we bring each other down.
We were oh so close to the start when they finished us.

Aim the mast at the ground
aim the mast at the ground
and sail us to the belly of the whale

'til death do we rock!
we're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you keep buying it.

The closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves but we stand in the traffic indifferent to the grand histrionics of god, unmoved.

We're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls.
The less you breathe the more you see of it all.
The lion's share is courting the teen; one hand holds them back while the other is holding me.
We don't connect but we're both disconnected.

Woah, oh yeah! We're so in love or else we're waving unloaded guns in the air...but it's the same thing, ain't it?

I'm only here to give you someone to leave when you get bored,
but the first mistake's so good it'll only ensure another.

Woah, oh yeah! You look so good or you're just saving your flaws for the tight lipped lover...but it's the same thing, ain't it?

We're lost.
Profound.
And we are bound by the secrets we keep from each other.

Pick up your heels or dig them in; it doesn't matter when the void is ravenous.
It's too late for us now anyway.
It's too late for us now. (x2)
This confession is a lost cause; we are damned before we arrived.

We're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls.
So grab your old lady and dance into the breach.
Yeah, let's dance one more time into the breach!

Woah, oh yeah! We're so in love or we're just waving unloaded guns in the air...but it's the same thing, ain't it?

Divine light sparks from a severed wire, so we hit the town like our parachutes failed. (x2)

We're lost.
Profound.
And we are bound by the same dichotomy.

Don't try to resist, you're coming with us
Provisions are made, accommodations have been met
Your words are encoded in the bleak genetics of the mob
Praise apocrypha - omitted offense - to relieve us of guilt but not of our sin.
We've sacraficed discourse at the feet of your clever turn of phrase.
Now you owe it to us, we demand to be taken aback
To be shown the revival of hope for which your words are responsible

Oh, it's the end of the line
I'm cornered by a precedent
The sneering public eye
My job here is done

You're fucking welcome...

Retract the accolade
The candid acclaim
Inspiration is cutting its loss
Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art
You've been fooled again, the red herrings a joke

I've tried so hard to tell you
That I've tapped the well dry
But there's no word

Stay wistful and young
The affected are banking on oblivion
In the drone of embittered hope
And we're sold by the way they wrote it

Oh, it's the end of the line
I'm cornered by a precedent
The sneering public eye

It is better to destroy than to create what is meaningless.
So the picture will not be finished...