One hoped they'd break the patent when they die cast me in stride A simple steel specimen, truly empty down inside With copper-core wound veins, a pumping
Instrumental
Warden's callin' for a lock down baby, he'll call on interim inequities This is the last night in my body, assist in the escape Warden's callin' on a
words fail her why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good defense? he says, "please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie. . . . . . there will
The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping. A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins. They're all perfect models of imperfection
this town: near-demilitarized. carrier pigeons commit ritual suicide. pleas for pity and blank responses collide. tied to their ankles. tied like tired
I'll be the salt that resides from the water that drains from your eyes; The sting that burns your open wounds. I'll flood the ground. I swear on your
One hoped they'd break the patent when they die cast me in stride. (One hoped they'd break the mold.) Just a simple steel specimen, truly empty down
I watched you steal away A man's best years With the drumming of his fingers With the kicking of his heals I watched you put away Your sweetest sins
I watched my guilt blossom before me Like a tender shoot With thirsty roots O' how my garden grows The shameful seeds I've sown I watched its stems sprawl
Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby So he'll call on interim inequities This is the last night in my body; Assist in the escape Warden's calling on
Son, I'm sorry for this world, And all the awful things she'll do to you. If you only knew what you'd endure before you were born, I haven't got a single
The wolves wear the wool Of the sheep the have fooled And preach their code of conduct: "You've gotta push that, push that product" We'll live in fear
I've got this little itch that I never learned to scratch It seems that even if I had, I'd rather itch than not When the pleasure is the lesser and it
[Originally by Stereophonics] You don't know what it's been like Meeting someone like you You don't know what it's been like Meeting someone like you
I'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweat I'm the garments drenched and dripping wet I'm a spring of flowing fume and fret, I'm the melody stuck in