Now I'm a seasick sailor on a ship of noise I got my maps all backwards and my instincts poisoned In a truth blown gutter full of wasted years Like blown
When the oceans are dark The heavens are foreboding A chain link wind Is breaking you open And lessons of the day On a blackboard night It seem to be
We are aimless And the target is an empty wall We're out of patience With smiles that cut across her face No complaints But I wish I had my top of my
Lord, please don't forsake me In my Mercedes Benz All the riches and the ruins Now we all know how that story ends Strange apparition Haunting my brain
Nobody cares what dress she wears at all Tattered rags and paper bags, and all She's the one sleeping in the dirt Drag her down, don't let her drown in
The information is ravenous The ticker tape feeds the mind Looking for a lost transmission A heaven that we left behind When the information comes We
These toys are all lifeless, the armor's worn off The shadow of a shadow is the ghost of a bomb Skyscraper standing in a desert alone A helicopter searchlight
I really think I better get a hold of myself Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile She doesn't
Hey, hey, hey, hey Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave Never pawned my watch and chain The landlord living inside my head I paid my rent till the
Two white horses in a line Two white horses in a line Two white horses in a line Carrying me to my burying ground Some need diamonds, some need love
I see you there Long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know what your
Looking for my place on assembly lines Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up in purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco
See me comin' to town with my soul Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holding onto the Devil I know All my troubles, I'll hang on your trigger
I prayed Heaven today Bring its hammer down on me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in it I dragged all that I owned Down the dirt
Here comes the vegetable man in the Vegetable van with the horn that's honking Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street People gather around
Send a telegram Tell me your thoughts I want to live for a day And the way that we lost But it was under the train Got crissed not crossed Left the keys
Hey now, girl, what's the matter with me? We're on a back road, driving to sea Straight as a razor, kicking up dust Digging through ditches and falling
Black cards in effigy We sing the song that was hated All dressed like vagabonds Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin' I know there's somethin' wrong