Альбом Every Time I Die

You got me right where you wanted me
So what do we do if i can't hold this pose for too long?
Do we shoot again,
or does the whole operation shut down
and we go back to the board?
I practiced all my lines,
oh yeah i'd feed every child in the world
but it's a one night stand baby
we gotta keep on
if you got it all then you got it right
i'm gonna do what you say and get way out of line
nobody's gonne stop me now
it's not how it looks unless you saw nothing
we all agree this proposal
s been sentenced to death
are we baiting the right hook
to catch your attention?
the media needs another blackout
we've been calling. flooding hotlines.
we've applied mascara to the radio
but that's just a quick fix
and we need a little more
does it matter to you at all?
are you listening or have you tuned out?
we've gotta get it together
but first we drink and we take it all apart
everywhere we go we're the local boys
and we're back in town
Well that's the way it is
it breaks my heart
we've applied mascara the the radio
but that's just a quick fix
and we need a little more
Does it matter to you at all?
Are you listening or have you tuned out?
Get By. Get gone. Get high. Get wronged.

Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover.
Dumb and pulsing we've become.
The bedroom door is an old black lung.
It's arrhythmic. Uninviting and pliable.
With the noble irreverence of shrapnel she came for us.
Bore into our heads and found thoughtlessness.
Never minded the faithless courage of shame or the bravery of oblivion.
I'm on her mind, I'm never coming back.
If two timing is what it takes,
Then we both know one take is all we need we're not equipped to stay, unloved,
But its all we've got and we're not at all alright.
Come on baby and give me the creeps.
Either you and I or both must go.
Either you and I or both must go.
I'm on her mind I'm never coming back.
If two timing is what it takes
Then we both know one take is all we need we're not equipped to stay,
unloved, but its all we've got and we're not at all alright.
Theres no difference between being holy and alone.
That's why I'm eagerly fleeing the scene. Lead footed.
Baby return the favor and leave somebody you love.
If they come back they're drunk and they're lonely.
We all get lonely. God forbid we indulge when at sea.
Just the tempest, the temptress and me.
Naturally bored thriller.
Nobody knows the trouble I've been or the exacting improvement of sin.
I'm handling myself over. I’m turning myself in.
War has no glory like a woman ignored.
So here's to the empires polluted with dead.
And the truckers wives who erected them.
I know the strippers real name. Stop me if I'm wrong.

I was wrong, close one. I am wrong. I said it.
It was wrong, I mean it. Did it stick? Come down from there.
I know it’s hard to swallow but mam, your head is overturned.
Hey there girls, I'm a cunt.
There was venom in the heart of the dagger.
They found a worm in your pearls saying prayers.
All is finally infested, unless we blossomed in the cankerous air.
Then only hell can help us, I got off. Just once, you were right.
I admit it. We weren't soft, just better. Do you flinch?
Keep that radio dry, I'm sorry you were all mine.
Let the boys find your body. Let love gnaw the meat from your bones.
Admit the arrows, suffer the hot flash.
We come together now. All together now.

Give the signal. Advance the pill pushers.
Administer a change purse full of Thorazine.
Show this girl a little more bar courtesy and keep her senses clear of the scene.
We’ve found a gentleman caller who goes by the name she’s been weeping for.
Turn her over. Easy in easy out. We’ve nearly got this situation stabilized.
Just some winces to eradicate. Take a deep breath. Cut the blue wire.
Keep your fingers crossed and pray she’s been detached.
She stirs and I’m emasculated.
Doctor! Doctor! Give her the blues.
She got herself a varsity letter by loving you.
Breach and clear the abandoned back seat of the Cadillac.
We’ve been alerted by the local authorities
That regret has been seen on the grounds teasing the dogs, making the rounds.
There’s a heart shaped bed in the honeymoon ward that circulates dust.
Twitches and vomits in fits like the damned. Comforts none but the sloth.
Yet we pay by the hour for the bricklayers view.
Johnny, dream of your gun. Godamnit it commander.
She’s a hopeless case. Note the time she arrived.
I didn’t think we would lose another one to the sound.
There were too many fangs for us to tame.
Someone fetch her blue eyes. From a restroom wall downtown.
She stirs. We underestimated.
Doctor! Doctor! Give me the news.
She caught herself a case of the wilds by loving you.
She caught herself a bad case of the wilds and she flatlines.

Bedneck your gowns in bricks. There’s leeches stealing across the stage.
Come hell or ocean water I won’t end up without.
Applaud the gall of the black cloud groping a drunken teenage vow.
As saline drips from her prom dress, damp hands are desiccated.
There’s a wolf at the window of the second floor who kidnaps your date with a new car.
We both want the same thing. Bad poetry and assaults at the bar.
Just try and stop me. We are the only one in the world. Prepare the ballroom.
Quicksand in front of the coat check.
Waltz with the scarecrow in the spotlight through the rye.
I was born a wanted man. But I’ll die a sailor’s wife.
God help me pick the lock to her room I have to make this right.
Scream the hounds to sleep for me.
I’m creeping around in your head like a vine.
Your spit is the meat of the rose harvested by the dull.
Let fly the doves, unhook their leather wings from the fog.
Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam.
In a photo taken of us, at the reception held at the jail
Lover boy is breaking up just off to the right side of me.
I will stop at nothing. I am the siren that sings you home. Is that clear?
I will stop at nothing. I am the tooth in your jewelry box. Is that clear?
Let pry the crows.
Unhinge their crooked beaks from the clock
Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam.
Bolt the gate and head for the ivory tower.
Adoration is cutting the phone lines to your heart. Love is here.
I am the snarling and starry-eyed. We both want the same thing.
Better aim at the stranger in our yard. Just try to stop me.
I am the blinding light of your life. Prepare the body.
I’ve been better but thanks for asking.
Wait with the scarecrow for the spotlight in the rye. I’ll eat you alive.
The calm will come again.

Baby you got me all wrong. And maybe I’m not at all down and out.
I’m high and I’m in. Don’t you know who I am?
I’m the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
When I finish struggling, we can make our way to the dance floor
And stand like strangers in an elevator stuck between stories.
I always find myself in the middle of your stories.
With the cameras as a witness I will suffer.
Everything I do is wrong. But by god I do it right.
We don’t dance no no no. We got class. No we don’t have any fun at all.
It’s the new style and we know it.
We’re not stunning, we’re just stunned and we’re lying for a living.
Don’t you know who I am? I’m the real thing with low-key sensibilities.
I don’t need what I’ve got half as much as everyone covets it.
If loving me is wrong, then god damn you do it right, it turns us on to turn you down.

We drew a crowd. The crowd drew blood. Fawning swindlers.
There’s a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized.
Who let the flatterer, into the gallery, on our sweet sixteen?
Take him against the wall for the witness. This is doom in a borrowed suit.
It's a pick up line at a funeral. Cannibals along side the catwalk.
But its ok we've got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again.
New love is tasteless. We're wearing down.
This is the year of the party crasher. What is charm? Where are the heroics?
What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics?
Designer Imposters find us twitching in the claws of the snake.
A fin is circling around in the floor. It appears we've lost our way.
The tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore. Get inside.
Someone’s yelling fire in the theater. Oh dear God. Everybody stay calm.
Tell your husband that his screaming just invited it in.
The horsemen are crashing through the gates.
Crashing through the gates. We had better learn to play dead.
Our hands are reeking of rapture. It's dripping from our chin.
The tragedy of infant hearts.
But its ok we've got old blood and our hair is woven to the same hotel again.
We're wearing down. This is the year of the party crasher.
It's you and me for the first time, in history. We're history.

Pull the car over you’re frightening the kids.
What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view without your fake teeth in?
Keep your glass eye glued on the end of the highway up ahead of us.
The collision is always licking its lips. You weren’t supposed to open the door.
Just keep the plan from drifting of course.
We’ll attend to the terrified first class convinced there’s a hoof print on the bow.
All hail the wounded heart contingents who’ve given us something
More than faultlessness to sing about.
Long live the prosthetic live wires.
The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated.
Your captain nailed his feet to someone else’s ship at the sight of me.
Do what your mother tells you and put down the sheriff’s horse.
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly, singing hallelujah the king is dead.
The king is dead.

This is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm.
The situation demands that we raise our glasses
In honour of the spokesman we’ve fixated to the floor.
Give us your headline hymns and your saddest verse.
You’re not partnered with the half-hearted anymore.
Out legs are spread wide open,
Our weary heads are splitting at the seams
And we all know you’re proficient in the idioms of grief.
We are capable of the kind of love about which only the petrified can speak.
Concede him the microphone let him sing
The triumph of the frauds to all his loyal sycofanatics.
We all cater to the fire, once the walls come rushing down for shame.
I can say it better than you felt it. And I can be it bigger than you needed it.
I haven’t lived a day of my life apart from the one that everyone’s read about.
I’ll spark de-evolution.
I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines.
I’ve been fatted up for the guillotines.
Sweet talker, you’re godamn right I’m a blessed lamb.
I can show you all how to have a good time.
I know why you came here, but neither of us will get what you want out of me.
This room has one too many laureates so I’m keeping my peace.
Every candidate ends his life with a cliché,
And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave.
I’ve been spoiled rotten. Every thought I’ve authorised had curdled.
Not everything is poetry but I can’t convince you of that, I’ve been drawn and quartered.
I’ve been twice picked over. And it’s sickening what you’ve come here today to celebrate.
Fuck yeah we’re gonna party tonight.
I am capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated
And the California bound can weep.

Drifting on rescue, parade through the town square.
Waving to the families of victims of the flood.
Straddling the front door of a catholic orphanage.
I decorated it myself. Thank you, you’re too much. Honestly, it was nothing.
We should all just thank god I’m alive.
Don’t shout I get a little confused sometimes.
I can’t make out a word you’re saying.
I’ve got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head.
Can’t it wait? I’m on call to be somewhere. Somewhere I’m not.
In case the cleaning lady has found my head.
Forgive my delay lieutenant, I’m the man the whole country requires.
Take your gun out of my mouth. You are ruining my appetite.
Get your bear trap off of my neck. I’m already running late.
You’re distress is confounding the tightrope walker.
Just so we’re clear, you’re saying we’re all lost?
Maybe I’m wrong but weren’t we just dancing?
Oh, the way that we moved had every marauder curious.
Sniffing at the trash in our shoes.
Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears.
I don’t miss that much about anything you said.
After all, we’ve never met.
I’ll get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon.

The great American mischief had muted our hearts
And out rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars.
It’s all but too much.
Still nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved.
Everybody get fed up.
My baby better get high, I’ve got something I need to confess.
The dead mean talking are longing for so much more than simply the obvious.
Cut us off. We’re suffering, hysterical, lighting flares from the foot of her bed.
I’ve been begging you for less mercy than this.
But the only thing you need to know is that you never wanted to know.
Take it off, take it back or take the cover because we’re nearing a nerve.
Death is wasted on the patient, so make haste and head for the wake.
Now the hornets inhabit the hearts we’ve abandoned. We are the gone.
Cast aside clothes like funeral roses, and dance straight through the psalm.
I’m dead in the water. Don’t come here for me.
I was once alive in the deserts eyes on the day it wed the sea.
I drew a chalk outline around your city. Hushed the sobs in your halls.
But we both know it’s a killer, baby he will outrun them all.
There is so much shame in how little we’ve gained for so long.
Now the sky is falling. And you’re just repeating every word I say.
You are not listening close enough. It’s a catastrophe.
You have not been concentrating. Pay attention there will be an exam.
Build an ark. Come bring us back to the ruin. Drifting out of our heads.
Taped off the sky above your city. Dusted for prints on the chapel wall.
But we all know that it’s a killer, baby I will outrun them all.