Glassjaw Album

I draw them on, reckless, etched in
Scratched in, like resurrection
Your sins are killing you, you bet they'll get me too
I've got to give some to get some

Mining in the river, standing in the rain
Down on your knees
While you heave that through your brain

You can lead a whore to water
And you can bet she'll drink and follow orders
And I said, "Is this what you wanted?"
"Is this what you needed?"
Give it some more time

Tonight I'm going to a party
But it's already started without me
I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phase
I've got to give some to get some

The disco ball spins away another year
I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year

You can lead a whore to water
And you can bet she'll drink and follow orders
And I said, "Is this what you wanted?"
Huh?
"Is this what you needed?"
Give it some more time
Some more time
Yugh

Ooh, restrain
Where would you fear would you be?
How the fuck can I please and then clean?

Only three words come to mind [true till death]
Pray when you did what you said
Death makes you kneel at the great
All I had to say I did say
When all you do is scream at the drain
You F- ugh

You can lead a whore to water
And you can bet she'll drink and follow orders
And I said, "Is this what you wanted?"
Cunt,"Is this what you needed?"
Give it some more time

Give me back my pictures of me
Me, you and him makes three
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress
And I hope you know
Like a bitch in heat
I hope she knows

So put another penny in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo
A photo the size of a kiss, I hope she knows

Staring at this Parisian sex flick
Where the characters don't meet
The characters don't speak
The characters are like mirrors facing mirrors
Space always expanding

So put another coin in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo
a photo the size of my fist, I hope she knows

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In photos the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

On phone lines and a letterhead
I'm dying about, I'm dying about
On phone lines and a letterhead
I'm dying about, I'm dying about

I've watched you whore yourself for one more thing
Why don't you sell yourself for one more?
There's always one more thing
Why don't you sell yourself?
If I can't have you, no one will

Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on?
Are you turned on?
Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on?
Are you turned on?

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

On phone lines and a letterhead
I'm dying about, I'm dying about
On phone lines and a letterhead
I'm dying about, I'm dying about

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

I keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself

A kiss in the shape of a bullet

I'm glad that you're near
I'm sad when you're here
This is what it's like to be me
I'm glad that you're here
I'm sad that you're near
This is what it's like to die alone

This all hurts me so much
That I honestly believe you're the one this is hard for
I've bartered tact for wit
And I've already made up a billion stories about you

Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
We're breaking up
I guess we're breaking up
You're not the other one
You're just another
Another hobby for a guy like me

I'm glad that you're here
I'm sad when you're near
This is what it's like to be me

You've given me a heart like a gun
And I'm so shocked that I made it through
These billion days
I made it through these billion days
I didn't think I could tough it out for those days
I didnt think I could tough it out
A billion

Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
We're breaking up
I guess we're breaking up
You're not the other one
You're just another
Another hobby for a guy like me

So we're growing?
I'm sure
"There's no other I can turn to
There's no other I can turn to
If not you, then who else can I believe?"

Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
We're breaking up
I guess we're breaking up
You're not the other woman
You're just another (woman)
Another hobby for a guy like me

I'm glad when you're near
I'm sad when you're here
This is what it's like to be me
Say, I'm glad when you're near
I'm sad that you're here
This is what it's like to be me
This is what it's like to be me

I'm glad that you're near
I'm sad that you're here
I hope you enjoy dying alone

There's a woman sitting in a motel room counting minutes
And she's adding to her list of one-hour loves
She's tired and the new will do, she'll replace the body
His friends are good for bang-bang! An amiable hobby
She's got a secret
Just keep it and sleep with it
And he can't believe a thing you've said
"We're going nowhere" 'n' "fair is fair"
And he can't believe a damn thing you say
"We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair"

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
We swear that we're not gonna take it
The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
We swear, we're not running naked

There's a man who's sitting in a motel
Waiting for a hooker that he never applied for
Is it even her?
And he can't believe a damn thing you say
"We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair"

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
We swear that we're not gonna take it no more
The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise
We swear, we're not running naked

Just when it's perfect
It's finite, he calls it
She said, "It's over, it's over...so long"
Just when it's perfect
It's finite, he calls it
She said, "It's over, it's over...so long"

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
We swear that it's over, it's over, it's over
The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise
We swear, we're not running naked

He would stay forever just to say he saw you leave
And maybe things wouldn't be this way
He would stay forever just to say he saw you on your knees

I burn the lamp when I burn
When I do, I do everything I do for you
But he hates you, hates you
And I guess it's nothing new for you

"Who you fucking now?"
I use my slit wrist to sign my name with
And when you can't compete with the Joneses
Gun em' all down (even the father)

You filthy whore
Shut up and swallow my pride for me
Move closer or drive further
Suck on the end of this dick that cums lead
But first, I'm coming after you all

It's ladies night at the bar
But she smokes a man's cigar
I guess she's dying
Oh well
I don't give a fuck about your dignity
That's the bastard in me

I know a girl who sells herself around
And I'm sure one day, she'll sign autographs in your town
Looking back into my diary, what makes me say those things?
What causes my laughter at another's disaster?
It's the bastard in me

You live in shit and you will eat your own way out
I am too fly and shy
Like no other guy
Too fly and shy just for you
I'll mark you all

When I get back
Pre-break of dawn
Hear the ring
It's me, live from a pay phone
Talking in the rain
Things pan out exactly as I say they will
Will I be less happy when I get back?

Two hand in one glove
As if we were poor
The hard-up make the soup from stones
Like the poor before them did before

You say the waiting could crush your heart

But it's nothing new to me
Have you crave me so desperately
But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me
Though now I'm gone, you fill my shoes with new fans

Always and forever
We are apart and may she see
She'd be free, rejoicing in distance
If she only let me sleep.

Will things make less happy when I get back?

Absence makes the heart grow still
Abuse the hunt; confuse the kill
I know, I know

Make the dead feel deader, deader
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor, waiting
Kill the prey

I'll hold my child's head underwater
If it's a boy, I was joking
If it's a daughter
I'll say I did what I did because I had to
And if you find my kid later
Tell her I laughed too

We just might work out fine
Because I love you enough
To let you give the pain that I want
And when you do
I just might fuck you enough to love you

Once upon my night stand
Lied letters piled in columns
Postmarked Middle Island
Out east in the country of Solemn

You only get one taste
For this gift, we are graced
You only get one taste
And for this gift
For this gift
For this gift
Wait
Wait

Now let me go
So I can brag about this gift that he stole
For all my lonely nights
I will carry this girl with me where I go

Bad taste in my mouth
You would think I'm a whore
Bad taste in my mouth
You would think I'm...
You would think I'm...

You only get one taste
And for this gift, fuck, we are graced
(I said that) You only get one taste
I said and for this gift
And for this gift

She's likely to go
Or so she'll say
That we sleep as we do
To keep our nights days away

I said love
Or so she'll say
Immature love
You breed immature love

So died the virgin
I have told you before

You're nothing special to him
And that's nothing new for
Nothing new for you
Nothing new for you

You'll be born
You before

Embody me with your body
I've never seen it
I have never
Embody me with your body
I've never seen it
I have never

Embody me with your body
I've never seen it
I have never
Embody me with your body
I've never seen it
I have never

Embody me with your body
I've never seen it
I have never
You embody me with your body
I've never seen it
Are you happy?

She cured the plague of the holy child
And all the while, she just walked in
And "Boom," she said
In her room with her red fingernails
And a grip on the answers

When it's home and I'm broken, let's fix
When it's home and I'm swollen, let's kiss
When it's home and we're walking, she'll lead
If she's waiting, we'll leave
I'm so gracious, I got you here

If you touch it, it's cold
If you drop it, it breaks
If you hug it, it shakes
Hold and it shakes
'Cause, "Boom!" she said
Boom...she's dead

When it's home and I'm broken, let's fix
When it's home and I'm swollen, let's kiss
When it's home and we're walking, she'll lead
If she's waiting, we'll leave
I'm so gracious, my name's "I Dare"
I'm so gracious, my name's "I Dare"
I'm so gracious, my name's "I Dare"

When it's home and I'm broken, let's fix
When it's home and I'm swollen, let's kiss
When it's home and we're walking, she'll lead
If she's waiting, we'll leave
I'm so gracious

Have we fucked all the while?
Let me be alone

And all the while
And all the while
Said, all the while
Said, all the while
Said, all the while
Said, all the while
Said, all the while

Three times alone this week, I was supposed to be a rock star
"I only beat you when I'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying"
We are supposed to be the ones who set the air afire
Three times alone this week, I was made into a liar

Whether I found the gold, I never told
Richer: I, the brilliant white, I

I wear shoes that move men from deserts to riches
Give me what you got, girl, and scratch it 'cause it itches
Call me "Chameleon" and set this air afire
Three times alone this week, I was supposed to be a liar

Whether I found the gold, I never told
Richer: I, brilliant white, I

Maybe not
Why the stare?
Would I lie about that which I am scared?
What did I say to you?

Step into a pot of gold
Rejoice in fire that which soon burns cold.
What did I say to you?
What did I say to you?

Step into a pot of gold
Rejoice in fire
That which soon burns gold
What did I say to you?

And I can't deny it
The love, the throat, sincerity
(Woo!)
And I can't deny it
"I gotta keep my P.M.A."

'Cause I, I learned to lie
I tell you that I
Don't you realize that I silence it?
It's that fuckin' hard

I exude light and wash my hands of you
By larger beings devoured, leaving only me to improve
Weep
Don't fucking weep
Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek
Weep
Catch up with the sheep
It's a sacrilegious ceremony
New flavor of the week

Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless (that you're made into)
You're raptured by a guilty stifle down
"...And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you"
Look at you, you know it's true
It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon
But I'm not coming
No

That burning feeling
Red liquids, clear liquids
Blessed are the sick
Children shiver in the river
Where is our God now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say, "under"

I'm wasting away
I find time to pine when pining away my time
Within sin, with no redemption
We will find our souls
And the shells they're kept in all wasted away

Blessed are the sick in me
The prey, the thrill, the chill
And we are martyrs that crumble on time
Predestination
We'll stop upon dimes

And he constructed us all in El Segundo
As the shivering children prayed
Demons in, demons out
Cry for dawn
Gratis
Bored

I'm the matador of the children's ward
Beggars wed choosers
Red sheets, bed sheets
Boozers
I'm the head fan
Blessed be my bed pan

It's a cold-, having-just-been mugged feeling
In the sun, I've got this for you
It's under my fingernails
I brought this for you
It's typically Sunday
I'm digging a hole

Welcome to Hollywood, girl
Wake the fuck up to Hollywood, whore

My dance has passed

Combine the throb within my head
Within the rhythm of my fucking feet
Say a novena for all those lost
And read the bloodstains on the sheets

I've whored myself for less than this
And I've prayed to appear too fed
As I knelt on my pillow
God, I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head

Who could ever, who the fuck could ever take the place of me?

Now I kiss up to God my fists
And I pray to keep my head
Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
And my fists all fucking red

Through sickness and health
I've kissed up to God two years
I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger
In the valley of the fucking locust

Wipe it off your mouth
Get up off your knees
And make me your god

It's sexual debauchery, you fucking cunt
You cost what you're worth

Followed by a boy like this
Re-ignited by all your visits
As long as your mouth is shut
You'll still be fucking beautiful

Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you

Fraudulent miracles make miracles sink ships
The rice paper princess (gets two for her flinches)

(Fuck you)

In the midst of the perfection
ain on the parade
Me that's crowding day (the horns on the hood of the saint)

(Fuck you)

"But never the two shall meet"
Said the tiger to its greatest fan
"The amount of love you wish to give is more than I can stand"

"And now you leave me in defeat
Leave me a battered, broken man"
"The amount of love you wish to give is more than I can stand"

Now I have you where I want you
I know that you are listening
This is my chance to tell you everything

(Fuck you)

My chance to tell you I love you
But I've waited too long
And now the record's over
Now the record's over

(Fuck you)