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Me and my friends are like
The drums on "Lust for Life" We pound it out on floor toms Our psalms are sing-along songs This old town is lifeless Been that way our whole lives, just Work at the mill until you die Work at the mill and then you die We're gonna build something this summer (Gonna build something this summer) We'll put it back together Raise up a giant ladder With love and trust and friends and hammers (This summer!) We're gonna lean this ladder Up against the water tower Climb up to the top and drink and talk (This summer!) Me and my friends are like Double whiskey coke no ice We drink along in double time Might drink too much but we feel fine We're gonna build something this summer Summer grant us all the power To drink on top of watertowers With love and trust and shows all summer (Get hammered!) Let this be my annual reminder That we could all be something bigger I went to your schools. I did my detention But the walls were so gray that I couldn't pay attention I read your gospel, it moved me to tears But I couldn't find the hate and I couldn't find the fear I met your saviour, I knelt at his feet And he took my ten bucks and he went down the street I tried to believe all the things that you said But my friends that aren't dying are already dead Raise a toast to Saint Joe Strummer I think he might have been our only decent teacher Getting older makes it harder to remember We are our only saviours We're gonna build something this summer |
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It started when we were dancing
It got heavy when we got to the bathroom We didn't go back to her place We went to some place where she cat-sits She said, "I know I look tired But every thing's fried here in Memphis" Now they want to know exactly which bathroom Dude, does it make any difference? It can't be important Yeah, sure I'll tell my story again In bar light she looked alright In daylight she looked desperate That's alright, I was desperate too I'm getting pretty sick of this interview Subpoenaed in Texas Sequestered in Memphis Subpoenaed in Texas Sequestered in Memphis I think she drove a new Mustang I guess it might be a rental I remember she had satellite radio I guess she seemed a bit nervous, do you think I'm that stupid? Oh what the hell, I'll tell the story again In bar light she looked alright In daylight she looked desperate That's alright, I was desperate too I'm getting pretty sick of this interview Subpoenaed in Texas Sequestered in Memphis Subpoenaed in Texas Sequestered in Memphis (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) I went there on business (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) I went there on business (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) I went there on business (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) I went there on business (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) |
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When there weren't any parties she'd park by the quarry
Walk into the woods until she came to a clearing Where townies would gather and drink until blackout Smoke cigs 'till they're sick, pack bowls and then pass out Windows wide open to let the hard rock in Theirs was a rage that didn't need much convincing The girls gave her glares but the boys were quite pleasant To be perfectly honest, they didn't seem much different When there weren't any parties Sometimes she'd party with townies Out on the parkways after the parties It was always arousing when they'd rev up their engines It's hard to describe so she kept it a secret The girls that she lived with, they knew nothing about it The night with the fight and the butterfly knife Was the first night she spent with that one guy she liked She gave him a ride to some kid's house in Cleveland He stayed there for two weeks, the cops finally found him He didn't seem that different except for that blood on his jacket He didn't seem that different except for maybe his haircut He didn't seem much different They didn't seem that different up until this one little incident They didn't seem much different Now the cops want to question everyone present They parade every townie in town through the station But no one says nothing and they can't find the weapon The girl takes the stand and she swears she was with him Her father's lawyers do most of the talking She's sick of the questions, sick of the concept Of justice and fairness, who the hell cares Who gets caught in the middle? She smokes and she ponders this riddle When one townie falls in the forest, can anyone hear it? When one townie falls When one townie falls in the forest, does anyone notice? One drop of blood on immaculate Keds Mom, do you know where your girl is? Sophomore accomplice in a turtleneck sweater Dad, do you know where your kids are? Sniffing at crystal in cute little cars Getting nailed against dumpsters behind townie bars It's a cute little town with streets and cafes Her friends all seemed nice, she was getting good grades But when she came home for Christmas She just seemed distant and different |
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I guess I met a couple bona fide angels
But they all seemed kind of fat and fatigued And now we're trying to match their mouths from the screens Match their heads to their dreams Everybody's searching out of the softest seat All dolled up for the funeral feast Everybody's stabbing at the biggest piece Clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat Now I'm not really sure we were lovers Or if it was just some kind of car crash Now we're trying to find a DNA match To match the heads with our hats Everybody's reaching for the sharpest knife Legs wide open on the opening night Everybody's bathing in the laser lights Clever kids screwing with some new device Sunday morning, sidewalks splattered Feverish in stylish tatters Didn't this used to sting like grammar? I remember when it mattered Can't get over what's transpired Left home virgins, came back vampires Belt it out like back stretched choirs We're either dead or really tired Everybody's coming on their navy sheets Everybody's coming on their navy sheets Everybody wants to suck on something sweet Everybody's coming on their navy sheets Everybody's coming on their navy sheets |
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Lord, I'm discouraged
The circles have sucked in her eyes Lord, I'm discouraged Her new friends have shadowed her life Lord, I'm discouraged She ain't come out dancing for some time And I'm trying to light candles But they burn down to nothing And she keeps coming up with Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine There's a house on the south side Where she stays in for days at a time I know I'm no angel I ain't been bad that way Can't you hear her? She's that sweet missing songbird When the choir sings on Sundays And I'm almost busted But I bought back the jewelry she sold And I come to your altar And then there's just nothing And she keeps insisting The sutures and bruises are none of my business She says that she's sick, but she won't get specific The sutures and bruises are none of my business This guy from the north side comes down to visit His visits, they only take five or six minutes Lord, I'm sorry to question your wisdom But my faith has been wavering Won't you show me a sign And let me know that you're listening? Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine I know it's unlikely she'll ever be mine So I mostly just pray she don't die |
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Yeah, Sapphire
I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm fried and you gotta believe me Yeah, Sapphire If I cross myself when I come would you maybe receive me? Yeah, Sapphire You were feisty at first but I broke you and I showed you the tempo Sacramento It swung at us first but it ended up going down gentle Sapphire, if Cheyenne's too small We'll haul it all back to St. Paul I was just about to call you When you called Yeah, Sapphire I know the last time we touched I came on a bit rough, please forgive me Yeah, Sapphire After you left, it was a big sketchy mess, they almost killed me Sapphire, if Cheyenne's too small We'll haul it all back to St. Paul I was just about to call you When you called Sapphire, if St. Paul don't call We've always got Aberdeen 'Cause dreams they seem to cost money But money costs some dreams It went just as you predicted I swear there must be something in your dreams It all went down exactly like your visions And I know you said don't call until I'm clean I'm not drunk, I'm cut, I'm gushing blood And I need someone to come and pick me up I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work |
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She says sometimes she sees these things
Right before they're happening Hail Mary, full of grace Some nights she swears she feels her face She's known a couple of boys that died And two of them were crucified And the last one had enlightened eyes The first guy he was Jesus Christ Hey Judas I know you've made a grave mistake Hey Peter You've been pretty sweet since Easter break Now she's 4am and she's wide awake She's shivering and smiling Let's clutch and kiss and sing and shake Tonight let's try to levitate You Catholic girls start much too late Baby, let's transverberate Baby, let's transverberate She saw all the footage right before it got cut She saw all the bodies and she saw all the blood She saw the angel put a sword in his side And baby, that's how we got canonised She saw him gushing blood right before he got cut She saw them put a body in a bag in the trunk She saw the guys coming in from the sides And baby, that's how we get energized She said, "You know I'm down to pay for it." She said, "Just grant me some indulgences. 'Cause I've been mostly dying and I've been mostly coughing. And I've been mostly crying and I've been thinking about both crosses." She saw the film right before it came out At first she thought Judas might go for the mouth And she saw the nails and she saw the hands She saw the crowd, she heard the band The new kid begged them not to do it And Jesus just said, "Hey I still love you Judas" Since you've been up in Massachussets I keep dreaming about dos cruces I've been thinking about both crosses And I've been dreaming about dos cruces Yeah, I've been thinking about both crosses |
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(Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) I gotta lotta old friends that are gettin' back in touch And it's a pretty good feelin, yeah it feels pretty good I get a lotta double-takes when I'm comin' around the corners And it's mostly pretty nice, yeah it's mostly pretty alright 'Cause most kids give me credit for being down with it When it was back in the day, back when things were way different When the Youth of Today and the early 7 Seconds Taught me some of life's most valuable lessons There's gonna come a time when the scene'll seem less sunny It'll probably get druggy and the kids'll seem too skinny There's gonna come a time when she's gonna have to go With whoever's gonna get her the highest There's gonna come a time when the true scene leaders Forget where they differ and get big picture 'Cause the kids at the shows, they'll have kids of their own The sing-along songs will be our scriptures (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive When the chaperone crowned us the king and the queen I knew that we'd arrived at a unified scene And all those little lambs from my dreams Well, they were there too 'Cause it's one thing to start it with a positive jam And it's another thing to see it all through And we couldn't have even done this if it wasn't for you (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive |
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She's always funny in the morning
She isn't always funny in the night Once she gets a couple drinks in, she's probably gonna tell you you ain't doing anything right Then you'll roll your eyes and then you'll probably fight She mainly trades in adoration She gets pretty wasted at the celebrations The benefits and the building dedications It's always sunny in the morning It sucks around the ending of the night When she storms out of the restaurant I think you're supposed to chase her to the lights One boy hits her like a tambourine The other dissing me on her message machine Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you I hope you'll still let me kiss you One boy calls while the other texts She's got boys on board and boys on deck Second dates and lipstick tissues New York gets pretty heavy, girl, I hope it doesn't crush you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you Second dates and lipstick tissues New York gets pretty heavy, girl, I hope it doesn't crush you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you |
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They used to think it was so cute when she said Dy'er Mak'er
All the boys knew it was a joke about Jamaica She'd always find a ride back home from the bar She used to feel so stupid when they'd talk about the music Born into every single tune They used to hum against her lips with their hands on her hips They used to kiss in the car Dancing days, houses of the holy Hot child in the city in the middle of the prairie Flirting with the boys with all her charms First the laugh, then the eyes Then the touch him on the arms Then the drinks, they never seemed to cost money Saturday night was a runway that extended into Sunday And sometimes Monday Back then it was beautiful The boys were sweet and musical The laser lights looked mystical Messed up still felt magical Girls didn't seem so difficult Boys didn't seem so typical It was warm and white and wonderful We were all invincible Tired eyes, trampled under foot Dazed and confused, c-c-c-cocaine blues She hasn't gotten any eye contact tonight The boys are getting younger and the bands are getting louder And the new girls are coming up like some white unopened flowers She's pretty sure that that's where their power is Back then it was unified The punks, the skins, the greaser guys Then one summer two kids died One of them was crucified Now it's so competitive The sleeplessness and sedatives I know it sounds repetitive Every show can't be a benefit We were kids in the crowd, now we're dogs in this war We were wasps with new wings, now we're bugs in the jar We were hot soft and pure, now we're scratched up in scars We were counting carbs, now we eat in our cars The boys in the band, they know they'll never be stars Back then we weren't quite convinced Flyering and stickering The front-row girls were posturing We were all imagining Man, we had some massive nights Some bashes and some bloody fights Back before those two kids died |
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Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision
Don't tell my family, they're all wicked strict Christians Don't tell the hangers-on, don't tell your friends Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again Don't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins Don't tell them Ybor City almost killed us again We are the theater, they are the people Dressed up to be seated, looking upwards and dreaming We're the projectors, we're hosting the screening We're dust in the spotlights, we're just kind of floating Don't drop little hints, I don't want them to guess Don't mention Tampa, they'll just know all the rest Don't mention bloodshed, don't tell them it hurts Don't say we saw angels, they'll take us straight to the church They queue up for tickets to see the performance They push to get closer, looking upwards with wonder We are the actors, the cameras are rolling I'll be Ben Gazzara, you'll be Gina Rowlands Sometimes actresses get slapped Sometimes actresses get slapped Sometimes fake fights turn out bad Sometimes actresses get slapped Some nights making it look real Might end up with someone hurt Some nights it's just entertainment And some other nights it's work They come in for the feeding, sit in stadium seating They're holding their hands out for the body and blood now We're the directors, our hands will hold steady I'll be John Cassavettes, let me know when you're ready Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies |
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