July 15, 2010

• lYRICS TO A SONG

  Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
  The kind you'd find on someone that could save
  If they don't put me away
  It’ll be a miracle

  Do you believe you're missing out?
  That everything good is happening somewhere else
  But with nobody in your bed
  The night is hard to get through

  And I will die all alone
  And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

  Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
  So what did you do those three days you were dead?
  Because this problem's gonna last
  More than the weekend

  Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die
  I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
  Do I get the gold chariot
  Do I float through the ceiling

  Do I divide and fall apart
  Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
  This ship went down in sight of land
  And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

  I know you'll come in the night like a thief
  But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique
  I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
  But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
  (everyone now)
  So do you think that we could work out a psalm
  So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
  I know you'll come for the people like me
  But we all got wood and nails,
  And talk dirt at hating factories
  But, we all got wood and nails
  And talk dirt at hating factories
  Yeah, we all got wood and nails
  And we sleep inside of this machine

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