Альбом Less Than Jake

We have our master plan bottled and canned living in the 352
Steps 1 and 2 walk home drunk wake up confused with a stranger next to you
The copied costumes and conversation seem to be totally making
this into a strip mall kind of town
I use my credit card to buy alcohol student loan spent at the mall and I
I may be going broke but I’m never broken down

We have our history just you and me but our future gets tucked away
Steps 3 and 4 staying drunk sit on this porch planning out how to escape
Cause were two truck stops off the interstate promised land with a twist of fame
Were a town for all the lost and found
So sleep tight in this smoky room still buzzed from this afternoon and I
I may be going broke but I’m never broken down

He says Florida is slowly sinking, sinking into the ocean
He says the housing tracts are built on half facts and the rest half fiction
And I can't argue that statistics are becoming the definition of just standing still between glass and steel drowning in this quicksand
And the cities skyline hasn't looked the same, since the boom in south Florida's real estate.
It's turning into more than I can take.
Too much too soon too little too late.
Between the garbage and the concrete, to the construction grounds under our feet, a boomtown gone bust, a goldmine to dust that's disintegrating where latch key kids from divorces, transplants and the foreign tourists fill up vacation spots turned to trailer parks cause the state is fading.
And the cities skyline hasn't looked the same, since the boom in South Florida's real estate.
It's turning into most than i can take. Too much too soon too little too late.

I’ll keep my faith alive
Cause this is paradise or parricide
I can’t believe this sight
Streets full of blank faces and junky eyes
The streets won’t sleep tonight
A lullaby for the half-alive
The city swings and whines
To the double crime of drugs and hard times

Lion city sirens sing the night away, night away
Lion city sirens sing the night away
The city feels like a cage
Feels like a powder keg
That’s almost set to explode

Lion city’s begun to rot
It’s a matter of time until the roaring stops
The scene from the ground up
From the painted walls to the rooftops
My city’s closed and locked
While the hop of the beat crack our sidewalks
The haves and the have-nots
Paint the backdrops of drugs and gunshots

lion city sirens sing the night away, night away
Lion city sirens sing the night away
There’s an overdose on me
And he does the cocaine shake
Cause the lion city sirens sing the night away

The city seems like it’s trapped
Between its future and its past
Life or death of a city not coming back
The city feels like a cage
Feels like a powder keg
And now it’s gonna explode

Lion city sirens sing the night away, night away
Lion city sirens sing the night away
There’s an overdose on me
And it’s wearing out good things
Cause lion city sirens sing the night away
Sing the night away
Sing the night away
And I won’t be long

Calling all mothers and fathers,
Come get your sons and daughters.
Right now they're on corners,
Finding ways to cure their boredom.
I'm sitting right here with them,
Waiting on those prescriptions.
Like it's our only mission.

Silver flasks and zip lock bags.
Vacant eyes and sweaty hands.
Cut in thirds then cut in half.
Money to monsters, exchanging hands.

Calling all mothers and fathers,
Come get your sons and daughters.
Right now they're feeling awkward,
Pills and powders in their lockers.
I'm standing right here with them,
Waiting on the voice of reason.
Glass pipes and tunnel vision.

Silver flasks and zip lock bags.
Vacant eyes and sweaty hands.
Cut in thirds then cut in half.
Money to monsters, exchanging hands.

Please excuse me while I sober up,
Hard to tell when you've taken enough

Silver flasks and zip lock bags.
Vacant eyes and sweaty hands.
Cut in thirds then cut in half.
Money to monsters, exchanging hands.

(aaa)
Giving' money to monsters, money to monsters.
(aaa)
Giving money to monsters, summoning monsters.

Give me some religion, pass the wine
Because this time I can't hold it in
Like I always did
Give me some more TV, make it loud
Make believe, I'm in desperate need
For some company
Attention, this is not a test, help me get this moving target off my chest
From my closest friends
Save me from this recklessness
Talk some sense into this head
And I'll stop this endless S.O.S

Treading water with weights around my neck
A shipwreck of reckless accidents
Overboard and I'm about to quit
Head first, high dive in this deep end
Abandon ship, because it's sinking way too quick

Give me some forgiveness, and I'll try
Because this time if I pull the pin, I'll be blown to bits
Give me some more music, I'll sit and read the lyrics
Like a bible, a gospel, I'll sing along
Attention, this is not a test, help me swim to shore before unconsciousness
My hands feel like they're made of bricks
Save me from this hopelessness, talk some sense into this head
And I'll stop this endless S.O.S

I can't listen to all the reasons
I just need one more thing to believe in
The one thing that will keep me breathing
I'll kiss the dirt when I hit dry land

For over half her life she's worked from 9 to 5,
Crossing T's and dotting I's the neon lights can't hide,
That she's lost her shine.
She says the mornings taste like turpentine,
She said she understands the point of sacrifice,
And so should I.

Pay cut but it's a paycheck.
Surviving is my best revenge.
What hurt you once won't hurt you again.
She meant what she said.

Weathered lines across her face were an even trade.
Finger prints worn down from overwork,
And underpay at minimum wage.
She said the overtime is worth these aches and pains.
But is it worth the precious time that ticks away?
Every second everyday.

Pay cut but it's a paycheck.
Surviving is my best revenge.
What hurt you once won't hurt you again.
She meant what she said.

She said woah-woah... [x4]

For over half her life she walked the straightest lines.
She only wanted to provide a future,
For my brother and I.

Pay cut but it's a paycheck.
Surviving is my best revenge.
What hurt you once won't hurt you again.
She meant what she said.

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Well I'm happy to report,
My long standing last resort,
Ended by just stopping short,
Of me burning like a torch.
Step off, stand back.
Cause it's a fact I've got to match,
And all my fingers crossed behind my back.

Give me some breathing room.
Cause I'm breathing fumes I'll light the fuse.
Give me some breathing room.
Cause there's something that I need to prove.
Give me some breathing room.
Cause I'm breathing fumes I'll light the fuse,
And I'm gonna make the evening news.

Well I'm busy making plans,
With a flare gun in my hand.
Kerosene soaked through my pants,
The last words of my last stand.
Step up, step back.
Cause it's a fact I've gotta match,
And all my fingers crossed behind my back.

Give me some breathing room.
Cause I'm breathing fumes I'll light the fuse.
Give me some breathing room.
Cause there's something that I need to prove.
Give me some breathing room.
Cause I'm breathing fumes I'll light the fuse,
And I'm gonna make the evening news.

And I'm gonna make the evening news.

Give me some breathing room.
Cause I'm breathing fumes I'll light the fuse.
Give me some breathing room.
Cause there's something that I need to prove.
Give me some breathing room.
Cause I'm breathing fumes I'll light the fuse,
Give me some breathing room.
I'm on fire it's all ending soon,
And I'm gonna make the evening news.

Yea I'm gonna make the evening news. [x2]

Sit back and watch the train wreck,
Watch me jump off the deep end.
I won't lie, my mistakes take up every minute of my life.
It's been the down fall of me,
That misery just loves my company.
And this voice is scared to say that i don't really mind.

Cause it's the golden age of my negative ways,
I wouldn't want it any other way today.
I wouldn't want it any other way.

I'm just a co-dependent.
Unemployed and unimportant.
I won't lie, my missteps confuse everyone in my life.
I don't have an answer,
Of why I'm always going backward.
And this voice is scared to say that I don't really mind.

I always walk the line,
Between lows and highest highs.
And I don't mind.

Cause it's the golden age of my negative ways,
I wouldn't want it any other way today.
I wouldn't want it any other way.

So you're feeling like you're just a waste of space now.
And you keep feeling like you're always out of place.
Don't you think it's strange you always feel the same now?
So you're feeling like you're just a waste of space now.
And you keep feeling like you're always out of place.
Don't you think it's strange you always feel the same now?
Who measure the desperate measures,
When it gets too much remember.

There is a space, they just can't touch.
And this pressures on to be good enough.
It's all the words,
That add weight trying to drag you down.

So you're feeling like you're just a powder keg now?
And you keep feeling like you've been a cast away.
Don't you think it's strange that it won't go away now.
So you think you're feeling like you can't be saved now?
And you keep feeling like everyone's taking aim,
Do you feel you're pushed and pulled and forced to change now?
Who measure the desperate measures,
When it gets too much remember.

There is a space, they just can't touch.
And this pressures on to be good enough.
It's all the words,
That add weight trying to drag you down.

So remember you're still bulletproof,
Remember the face stares back at you.
No matter what they say,
No matter what they do.
It can't be taken away from you.
It can't be taken away and that's the truth.

So you're feeling like you're just a waste of space now?
And you keep feeling like everyone's taking aim.
Don't you think it's strange you always feel the same now?
Who measure the desperate measures,
When it gets too much remember.

There is a space, they just can't touch.
And this pressures on to be good enough.
It's all the words,
That add weight trying to drag you down.

It's all the words,
That add weight trying to drag you down.

It's all just words that add weight,
Trying to drag you down.

Get yourself ready,
Hold your hand steady
Cause it's shaking from all this waiting.
Fingers bent your fist starts to clench,
As the pen signs the check today for the rent.
Dollars and cents, are not making sense.
We can tell em' all to go to hell. (tell them all go to hell)

Give em' our conviction notice.

Na na na na, Na na na na.
Give em' our conviction notice.
Na na na na, Na na na na.
Give em' our conviction notice.
Na na na na, Na na na na.
Give em' our conviction notice.
Na na na na, Na na na na.
Tell them all to go to hell.

Get yourself ready,
Hold your hand steady
Cause it's shaking from all this waiting.
Fingers bent your fist starts to clench,
As the pen signs the check today for the rent.
Dollars and cents, are not making sense.
We can tell em' all to go to hell. (tell them all go to hell)

Give em' our conviction notice.

Welcome to a place where rent meets debt,
It feels like a price on your head.
Money can't buy happiness ,
But it sure can pay the rent.
We always try to buy a better life,
I think we may have over spent.
Mixing pride and dollar signs,
Is easier said than done.

Na na na na, Na na na na.
Give em' our conviction notice.
Na na na na, Na na na na.
Give em' our conviction notice.
Na na na na, Na na na na.
Give em' our conviction notice.
Na na na na, Na na na na.
Tell them all to go to hell.

Na na na na, Na na na na.
Give em' our conviction notice.
Na na na na, Na na na na.
Give em' our conviction notice.

Give em' our conviction notice.
Tell them all to go to hell.

This blood that's in our veins it,
Carries all of these mistakes that we've ever made,
When we're not thinking straight.
Don't remember every name,
But it seems like every face is back at the place,
The same place they've tried to escape.

Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time. (woah)
Not giving up, just getting by.
Sticking it out through hardest times.
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time.
Just standing in this crowded room,
Still makes me feel alive.

These thoughts stuck in our brains were,
Were razor sharp but all the years made them fade,
Or wrote them in a way.
It's years of sleeping late and drinking everyday and,
It's the same things we blamed,
The same things we've tried to escape.

Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time. (woah)
Not giving up, just getting by.
Sticking it out through hardest times.
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time.
Just standing in this crowded room,
Still makes me feel alive.

This smokey crowded and cloudy room,
Flashes me back to my misspent youth.
So when i walk home drunk and I wake up bruised,
I'd like to thank each of you. [x2]

I'd like to thank each of you...
You.. you..
I'd like to thank each of you...
You.. you..
I'd like to thank each of you.

The cycle circles, stalls, then spins.
Describes the current state I'm in.
It's like a nose dive then a crash,
With all my blackouts and scraped hands.
It's in the words caught in my throat.
It's in the how did I get home?
I'd like to sleep my life away.
But I'd just wake up years too late.

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