The Matches

Lyrics to A Girl I Know :
She
She’s a memory
In the minds of guys
She doesn’t know
know her

She’s
Behind there foreheads
Doing deeds
She’s never done before

And her worlds a blur
Her worlds a blur about her
The girls not green
She’s got no clue
They’re whispering about her
She’s got no clue
She’s never quite sure what to do
With her hands
In social
Situations

She
She seems so well liked
But friends are few
And hardly friends at all
and She’s
So sick of herself sometimes
Leaves her stomach
Inside a bathroom stall

She never quite knows what to do
With her hands
In private
Situations

And her worlds a blur
Her worlds a blur about her
The girls not green
But she’s got no clue
They’re whispering about her
She’s got no clue
She’s never quite sure what to do

But she is the what
They are the matter
She is the glass
They are the shatter
She is the dawn
They are the Saturday
That never made it home

She
She hates dinner dates
And getting to know you
At awkward intervals

And her worlds a blur
Her worlds a blur about her
The girls not green
She’s got no clue
They’re whispering about her
She’s got no clue
She’s never quite sure what to do
With her hands

She’s never quite sure what to do
With her hands
In casual
Situations

Lyrics to December Is For Cynics :
Black frames to stare out
Mod lang slang to wear out
Scoff at squares in sweaters
Ho, Ho, Ho, we're so much better

Used is the new black
Downloads are the new crack
Mocking carols that we hate
Damn, it's easy being great

So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's get high on art supplies and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great

I brought you a bottle of wine full
Of flowers and this vinyl
I know we both made it clear
No stupid presents this year
But snopes.com said if you play
Strawberry fields the wrong way
You can hear Lennon's ghost say

I buried Paul

So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's go buy some take out and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great

So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's just try to sleep late and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great

So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's get by on Nyquil and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great

Lyrics to Got The Time :
[Originally by Anthrax]

Wake up, got another day to get,
Through now, got another man to see
Gotta call him on the telephone ay o
Gotta find a piece of paper
Sit down, got another letter to write,
Think hard, gotta get a letter just right
Little ringin’ on the telephone oh no,
Gotta write another letter
No such thing as tomorrow
All we want
Two, three, go!
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Tickin’ in my head, tickin’ in my head, tickin’ in my head
If i, tell ya what I’m doing today
Will you, shut up and get out of my way
Someone ask me what the time is, I don’t know
Only know I gotta go now
No time, tryin’ ta get a watch repaired
No time, never got a thing to wear
Little ringin’ on the telephone
Oh no, hear a ringin’ in my head now
No such thing as tomorrow
All we want
Two, three, go!
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Tickin’ in my head, tickin’ in my head, tickin’ in my head
No such thing as tomorrow
All we want
Two, three, go!
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin’ in my head
Tickin’ in my head, tickin’ in my head
Tickin’ in my head!

Lyrics to Happy New Year :
Count in the new year
You better not pout,
You better not cry.
Open your mouth,
You better not die.

It's a happy new year.
Oh.

They're making a list,
And checking it twice.
Are you on that list?
No, not tonight.

It's a happy new year.
Oh. Yeah.
Holy shit.
Holy fuck.
Holy shit.

Little tin horns,
And little toy drums.
March right in,
Gonna blow it up.

It's a happy new year.
Oh.

Now one's awake,
No one's asleep.
I like you awake,
I just like you to be

It's a happy new year.
Oh. Yeah.

Holy shit.
Holy fuck.
Holy shit.
[x2]

Aaaah, aaaah,
Count in the new year.
Aaaah, aaaah,
Don't count on the new year. (New year)

H A P P Y
New Year.
[x6]

Don't count on the new year.
[x3]

Lyrics to Here's To Love :
(feat. Simon Neil)

The first had scars in her eyebrows, just like yours
Woke the neighbors with another
Hope you heard
One more on all fours, forehead to floor like yours once was
And I hope you heard.

One with breath all menthol, just like yours
Tangled in taxis with another
Hope you heard
Sun's exposed my clothes scattered across more bedroom floors than just yours
And I hope you heard.

And I, I, I, I, I
I hope it gets back to you
Back to, back to you oh oh oh
Back at you
I hope it gets back to you.
It gets you, it gets to you.

My gun-show hoodie is history, it's just like yours
Goodwill's got your mixtapes
I hope you heard
Kept the ticket stubs in the bottom drawer, mine and yours, I don't care
And I hope you heard

I, I, I, I, I
I hope it gets back to you
Back to, back to you oh oh oh
Back at you
I hope it gets back to you.
It gets you, it gets to you.

Love moves like a car crash
Love zooms like a whiplash
So let's toast to lost romance
So hoist high that empty glass...

Here's to love
Here's to love
Here's to love
Here's to love

And I, I, I, I, I
I hope it gets back to you
Back to, back to you oh oh oh
Back at you
I hope it gets back to you.
It gets you, it gets...
Oh, ot gets you, it gets to you...
It gets you, it gets to you, yeah.

Lyrics to Superman :
I swear that you believed me
when I told you that I was Superman
With you I can even fool myself
We've been friends since we were 12,
now I'll be 17 on the 24th
You've posed for 5 years on my shelf
I counted seasons 'til the fall
when I would steal your heart
You left the scene before my crime
I think about you
when I'm sick and tired of stupid girls
I think about you all the time

I am Superman with you
Oh, c'mon, you know you're my hero, too
Oh, it might sound like a lie
But I know and you know
that Superman can fly

Stared through the menu on the wall
we've read too many times
Lit a match to watch it burn
You keep me waiting longer every day
but still I'm here
The more you live, the less I learn

Went to Marine world,
tried to find the words to say to you
But I couldn't find the place to start
I love you, I hate you
All I know is that I don't know nothing
And nothing's gonna break my heart -
break down to a thousand pieces

One more second with these words unsaid
they'll catch fire in my head
and I might look like a fool here,
and sure, you might pretend I'm making this up,
but I don't care.

Lyrics to Violent Love :
Baby, you look so good,
I knew you would.
Please, don't go away
Darling, say it's okay...

I wanna make violent love
To you by the moon above
I wanna make violent love to you

I wanna kiss every night
To squeeze and hold you tight
I wanna make violent love to you

I don't want seem frantic
I don't want to cramp your style
You're driving me into a panic
You just wanna drive me, drive me,
Drive me, drive me wild

Lyrics to Dog-eared Page :
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me
When we're both in love with you?

I can't escape these friends
I've made since you left town.
They throw redundant parties
where I'm too often found.
And while I sit and watch girls and boys
trade views of new tattoos
I wonder if it's too late to call your mom
and catch up on some news.
She says you'll be home soon for me -

And it'll be just like you were never gone.
I'll try to be just some guy you're getting on.
But basically, we're both in love with you.
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me,
when we're both in love with you?

I've got these "friends" in quotes
and girls* with asterisks.
I watch the time whither
and fall from my wrist.
Out on the porch Van Morrison
is bleeding through the walls.
I don't think your roommate
has been writing down my calls.
She says you'll be home soon for me -

And it'll be just like you were never gone.
I'll try to be just some guy you're getting on.
But basically, we're both in love with you.
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me,
when we're both in love with you?

You said the distance
would make a difference,
But it didn't.

And it'll be just like you were never gone.
I'll try to be just some guy you're getting on.
But you and me, we're both in love with you.
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me,
when we're both in love with you?

[4x] Where's the place for me,
when we're both in love with you?

Lyrics to Audio Blood :
Every friday at three
shadows escape from the factory.
If you can go to the show,
hurry up and get back to me.
Tonight we meet underground
where the air is thick like mud,
and the bands make noise
that we call audio blood.
Every weekend we're igniting
like chemical fires.
Youth centers fill with teens.
They fill with vampires.
Sweating in the dark we're freed
as the weight of the week
falls away with a thud.
Sweating in the dark we feed
on the forms in the light;
on the floor we're the flood.
We bleed, we bleed, we bleed
Audio blood.

And all through the week,
whispers follow the shadows down the halls.
Our handstamps fade,
and I cringe at the stupid names we're called.
Every weekend we are massing,
seeking sonic escape.
The shadows flood the floor
and start to take shape.

This is how we bleed in audio...
let down your skin,
let the wind blow through your veins.

Lyrics to Chain Me Free :
Chain me free
Lose the key, right now

She was from my home town,
I'd never met her
Ditched her boyfriends
'cause I was better
She showed me pictures in her car...
pictures of the Beach Boys
and Kelly Slater
Bounced from the party
'cause the girls all hate her
She said she wants to see the stars

She's had some fast times
First times always last times
Out in the foxglove, I'm in...

Chain me free
or let it all fall
We can be all, we can be all, I said
What's in your head?
Lose the key
or please don't call
We can be all, we can be all, I said
She kissed me dead.

She calls me during Loveline
and gets the machine
She wants to see me
but not to be seen
As if she's got some mystery
I missed her for a few weeks
before I called her
Still didn't get it,
so this is how I stalled her:
Even though you're seventeen,
I've got to tell you
you're too old for me

She's had some fast times
First times always last times
Out in the foxglove, was that?..

You're all drugged out and delirious
Don't close your eyes - are you hearing this?
I'm about to say something
that I swore I'd never say
I gotta get it out before I get away
I gotta get away before I get it out
I gotta get away before I get it out
I gotta get away before I get it out

Chain me free
Lose the key

Lyrics to Borderline Creep :
Whoa oh whoa oh
So so so so so when you got no place to go
It don't matter that your watch runs slow
So chalk one more hour destroyed
And sing it whoa oh whoa oh
I can't afford to sleep
By my own accord I’m a borderline creep
My old friends are all employed

Lookin' out the window at a brick wall
I swore that i would be
the first one to make this zip code
fucking history
Lookin' out the window at the same wall
I never thought I’d be
With no future
Stuck in this mode
Stuck in history

These pages fill up too slow
I've got a red-5 fever and nowhere to go
So stamp one more day destroyed
And sing it whoa oh whoa oh
The company I keep
is the reflection of a borderline creep
Naked and paranoid

lookin' out the window at a brick wall
i swore that i would be
the first one to make this zip code
fucking history
lookin' out the window at the same wall
i never thought i'd be
with no future
stuck in this mode
stuck in history

Who am i to deny getting shrink-wrapped?
I'm a borderline creep
Real world bitch slapped

Lyrics to The Restless :
We were steamin' at the seams
and the scene seemed like in dreams
Pressed close behind the tinted glass
as the cop's headlights scrolled past
"I can't see a thing,"
Kelly said blushing
as she spelled our names on the window
of her sister's Monte Carlo
And this is the soundtrack
playing in back
of our restless lives
And though they make no sense
these are the moments
we'll remember for
the rest of our restless lives

Lyin' behind Venetian blinds
in the depth of summertime
hiding from the asshole sun
copying Jon's record collection
Bedroom reeked of death
sweaty sheets and Sunday breath
with ambition for ammunition
and the pulse of a machinegun

You see the movies that you wanna see
right?
And you know what you wanna be
right?
So choose between A, B, or C
It's free will
but it's still
a recipe
So what about the rest of us?
What about the restless?
Will we be restless for the rest of our lives?

Lyrics to More Than Local Boys :
Out in the streets at all hours of the night
Softly bathed in flickering dashboard lights
Hey! There’s no painless
way to say
that I pass on the piece of pie
that you planned as mine
I'm starving too but I'm hungry for life
Not that life,
But my life,
It's my time
My POS car with the radio playin'
The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin'
"Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..."
And it's the sound
Of my way out

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes

I used to watchThis kid
turning wrenches next door
He grew up
Engines strewn across the oil stained floor
I got a car
The next year
I knew better but let it fall
into disrepair
I gotta get awayGotta get away,
Gotta get away from here
But four wheels
aren't going to get me there
Summer time blues
on the front porch swinger
The jock says that
The Rage got a new singer
The first note
rips through the speaker
And it's the sound
of my way out

Yeah!
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes...
The dust off these shoes...

We're the wolves
Prowlin' the shadows of these worn down streets
A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books
To the highways -
To the low-way -
To the air waves -
We're all just tryn get a better look
At what's beyond the tall grass
That groes around this town
I gotta see the world for myself
And I only know one way to get out
Pick up my ticket to any where but here
It's got six strings and a soul
I gotta get away, Gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
Turn it up, and rock right out of this whole

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
Shake! Shake! Shake!
Shake! Shake! Shake!
Shake! Shake! Shake!
Shake! Shake! Shake!

Lyrics to Eryn Smith :
If you ever go down to Huntington,
there is a girl there that is named Eryn.
She's got ADD, but isn't bored with me.
At least not yet, she said.
With a 'zine in between
her bohemian jeans,
half sober.
She's a dog in heat
and proud of that cliché. ok-ok, ok, ok
She's a can of mixed nuts
with a damn nice butt.
It's over.
But more and more,
she tries to make me stay, ok-ok, ok, ok

Eryn Smith, I don't want you to hate me.
You should know you educate me.
You should know you make me want to say,
You're bitchin'
And I just want you to hold me,
though I know we'll leave here lonely,
'cause in the end, it's meant to be that way
anyway.

She hacks her hair shorter on the left side
'cause if you called her cute
she'd be horrified.
She says you're gonna eat popcorn in the dark
And pay ten bucks to watch her life one day.

With a 'zine in between
her bohemian jeans,
half sober.
She's a dog in heat
and proud of that cliché. ok-ok, ok, ok
She's a can of mixed nuts
with a damn nice butt.
It's over.
But more and more,
she tries to make me stay, ok-ok, ok, ok

Eryn Smith, I don't want you to hate me.
You should know you educate me.
You should know you make me want to say,
You're bitchin'
And I just want you to hold me,
though I know we'll leave here lonely,
'cause in the end, it's meant to be that way
anyway.
Let's go...

You should know I think so much of you.
You should think I don't think of you much,
But that's not true.
You're the dimple in my cheeks
that I can't spit out.
You're the smile in my eyes
that I can't cry out
The word "subtle" is not a word that goes with
Eryn Smith-

Lyrics to Say 18 :
She's got a lot of issues
Like a good magazine
The kind you'd find under my bed
If you know what I mean
'Cause Mother would trip if she saw
the way that girl wears her clothes
to the L3 shows

I got my fingers crossed
She'll say "18"
Lie through lip-gloss
and say "18"
Tonight
Tonight you're the girl with the big date
And I've become the guy that I used to hate

She's never turned down
And she's never down twice
"Getting lucky" for her ain't luck
It's just naming a price
'cause Father, he bounced her around
And I got the rebound

Jacque, are you all right?
Does your face burn?
And do the black lights make your guts turn?
Jacque, are you all right?
Do your ears burn?
And do the black lights make your guts turn
Inside out? outside in
between
Between the dust and the stars
Say "18"

Lyrics to The Jack Slap Cheer :
Conversations with my bathroom mirror
are never the same
as when you're standing here
I'm chickenshit out on a brave frontier,
that teenage wasteland
so begins the Jack Slap Cheer

Your mom ainÒt home
she's out stripping for your education
Your dad's out marching for the NRA
I'm so damn bored
I'm crawling out of my skin
The devil's got more room to play

This town gets so boring
(na na na na na na na na na)
when you're not scoring
(na na na na na na na na na)
It gets so boring and you live right up the street
16 summers, let's make one complete

We're all Jack Slaps here
Jack Slaps, with Jack Slap fears
All lost on the same frontier
so face the facts and sing the Cheer
1,2,3,4
Your dad stepped out
He's .09 and on the highway
*singing along with the Rolling Stones
I can't get no satisfaction
damn, ain't that true*
Bring me home, don't send me home

This town gets so boring
(na na na na na na na na na)
When you're not scoring
(na na na na na na na na na)
It gets so boring and you live right up the street
16 summers, let's make one complete

This town gets so boring
(na na na na na na na na na)
When youÒre not scoring
(na na na na na na na na na)
This town get so boring
(na na na na na na na na na)
When youÒre not scoring
(na na na na na na na na na)
This town gets so boring
(na na na na na na na na na)
(Were all jack slaps here)
When youÒre not scoring
(na na na na na na na na na)
(Jack slaps with jack slap fear)
This town gets so boring
(na na na na na na na na na)
(Were lost on the same frountier)
When youÒre not scoring

Face the facts, Same Sphere
This town gets so boring
(na na na na na na na na na)
When youÒre not scoring
(na na na na na na na na na)
It gets so boring and you live right up the street
16 summers, lets make one complete...

[* these lines are from CD cover, but actually it sounds like:
"the speaker's blown but he still sings along (sings along)
just trying to get some, some satisfaction"]

Lyrics to Destination: Nowhere Near :
The world is moving everywhere but here,
so load the van. Destination: Nowhere Near
I wanna be on the road again
I wanna be on the road again
I wanna be on the road again, yeah

We'd been on the road
for several weeks, now
and it drove you crazy
Got to get back out of this old town now
where my parents hate me
1, 2, 3 And I am alone
2, 2, 3 by the telephone
3, 2, 3 and my friends ain't home tonight

The world is moving everywhere but here,
so load the van. Destination: Nowhere Near
I wanna be on the road again
I wanna be on the road again
I wanna be on the road again, yeah
Destination: Nowhere Near

I sit in my room and play
a punk rock song on my folk guitar
Remember when the van broke down
and our shit wouldn't fit in a borrowed car
1, 2, 3 We were just eighteen
2, 2, 3 With a madman dream
3, 2, 3 And now it seems we're still insane
(still down in Oakland playin')

The world is moving everywhere but here,
so load the van. Destination: Nowhere Near
I wanna be on the road again
I wanna be on the road again
I wanna be on the road again, yeah
Destination: Nowhere Near

The world is moving everywhere but here,
so load the van. Destination: Nowhere Near
I wanna be on the road again
I wanna be on the road again
I wanna be on the road again, yeah
Destination: Nowhere Near
Right now

Lyrics to Sick Little Suicide :
Mark said he could hold his own head up
and share his mind
with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall.
One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros.
Still, I don't believe he would take that fall.
Those things will put you back
some paychecks,
set you back about a year or two.
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do,
all that we do.
And the ground downtown is a countdown,
no air anywhere in the area.
Suck back these take-home packs of euthanasia.
Youth in America...

There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do.
There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do...
you decide,
which one's for you!?

Mark my words, oh, just a little more,
Sarah said,
and subtly subsistence is suicide.
Exercise and malnutrition
keep curves tight,
'cause all that matters is what's outside.
So says every magazine cover
which gallantly assaults
our own women and children,
but it's not my fault,
It's never my fault.
We dare bury our three-square fare
in a twenty-first century artery,
And feed beyond our need
so pardon me,
this part of me.

Lyrics to Track 11 (Scratched Out) :
wake up and waste a day
chase away
a day at a time
and waste away
clean-faced today
clean taste today
toothpaste makes my
orange juice sour
waste an hour
or so
my shower
is slow
the flowers
that grow
outside of my window
are blooming
I'm assuming
that you're comin' over soon
it's almost half past four
and you called here at noon
'cause there's a picture
that you wanna see
now I'm not even good at
being me
anymore.

She got nicotine-basted
lungs
wasted thumbs
and one of them asphalt
tastin' tongues
she wakes up
to alarm
her make-up
is still on
and she can't remember
why she set the damn thing
her heart is a machine
art is meant to be seen
not felt
not heard
it's just paint
they're just words
and fingers are for feeling
fists are for beating
scabs are for healing
and blood is for bleeding
that's just how
I used to be
but I'm not even good at
being me
anymore.

I wake up and waste an hour
pace and glower
at the TV set wasting power
and aching in my head
I'm banking in the red
and compulsively charging cd's to my account
So come out
Jenny
It's getting late
You Jersey girls like to make boys wait
now it's too late
in the day
for a matinee
and I ain't got the
money to pay
for you anyway
what should I say?
I know it ain't how it
used to be
but I'm not good
at being me
anymore.

[Note: in first release of "E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals"
instead of
"Jenny
It's getting late
You Jersey girls like to make boys wait"
it's
"Virginia
Don't make me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late"]

Lyrics to Salty Eyes :
Do you belong to a song?
Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
Are you drunk?
Have you been drinking?
Do you below the overpass go with a fifth in your fist
reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did?

But please don't give up dear walls.
Don't let the ceiling fall.
When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong.

Shrill notes begin the grim violin.
Then from the silence a violence of sirens orchestrate the score.
To which one more corpse is left quiet.
How we've become the hollows of drums.
The rest between notes and the hollers that never reach throats.
Friends in quotes, they're not calling.

But please don't give up dear you.
I'm but the sliver moon sliding through
When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong.

Do please believe however naive.
Let it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs.
And belong, salty eyes.

When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong

Lyrics to Drive :
Drive, drive, drive, d-d-drive, drive, drive

Driving fast
to impress
or not
Words just slip
or trip over
over lips

Car drive west
(car drive west)
Sex drive thoughts
sex (drive)

What we know about sex
learned from alcohol
What we know about sex
learned from bathroom walls
We know about love
what little we know about love
what we know 'bout love
what little we know about love
stole from rock and roll

Driving past
spots to slut
or talk
Fingertips slip and
trip over
hems and zips

What we know about sex
learned from alcohol
What we know about sex
learned from bathroom walls
We know about love
what little we know about love
what we know 'bout love
what little we know about love
stole from rock and roll

nervous tic, nervous talk,
a glance, a grope, a giggle, a cough, a breath, a bust, a touch,
a pause a lust a

What we know about sex
learned from alcohol
What we know about sex, yeah
learned from bathroom walls
We know about love
(what we know about, what we know about it)
what little we know about love
(what we know about, what we know about it)
what we know 'bout love
(what we know about, what we know about it)
what little we know about love
stole from rock and roll

Lyrics to Papercut Skin :
Day out, day in
It's the alarm versus me
and the snooze button wins.
I've been waking all my life
to become what I'm going to be.
I'm a crow, la da da da da da
My head sewn

Day out, day in
and begin again

Day out, day in
recycle bins
cash out, cash in
'til it bends
day out, day in
the paper cuts my skin again
skin again

Cash out, cash in
I can burn all I earn
on some weakness for whim
without thinking
I'm a mark for their marketing plans
I'm home and her cancer
An average romancer

Cash out, cash in
and begin again

Day out, day in
recycle bins
Cash out, cash in
until it bends
Day out, day in
the paper cuts my skin again
skin again

Day out, day in
fondlings
Fade out, fade in
Vicodins
Day out, day in
the paper cuts my skin again
skin again
skin again
skin again

All , all , come home free
ollie ollie oxen free
Day in, day out
I call time out

All , all come home free
ollie ollie oxen free
Day in, day out
I call time out
I call time out

Give out, give in
If a man's hands show his trade does it suit me then
This papercut skin that makes me wince with each hand
I'm required to
take, take, take, take

Day out, day in
recycle bins
cash out cash in
until it bends
Day out, day in
the paper cuts my skin again
skin again

Day out, day in
fondlings
Get out, get in
Vicodin
Day out, day in
the paper cuts my skin again
skin again
skin again
skin again

I can't find out
ollie ollie oxen free

Lyrics to Clumsy Heart :
Woke up at eleven,
couple hours ago you were leaving town.
Pour a bowl full of memories,
Mini-Wheats all fall..
SUGAR SIDE DOWN!

A cherry innocence,
smells your beer breath bubbly with ignorance.
Showin' everyone your real tall batman,
Face down on lady luck, Double fisted rock band.
That ain't who we are.

[Chorus:]
Walking (walking)
Walking away
Cause we're better off (walking)
Better off apart.
I turn and trip on my clumsy heart
I ALWAYS TRIP ON MY CLUMSY HEART!

Broke at quarter to seven
A couple hours ago, before I leave this town.
Broke the bank for a 40oz.
A year of dimes all fall
PRESIDENTS DOWN!

I'll put hair on your chest,
I'll be your asshole, Axel Rose influence.
Showin' everyone my dead-head armband.
Running with a triple stix.
Double fisted rock band.
THAT'S WHO WE ARE!

[Chorus:]
Walking (walking)
Walking away
Cause we're better off (walking)
Better off apart.
I turn and trip on my clumsy heart
I ALWAYS TRIP ON MY CLUMSY HEART!

(GET AWAY FROM)
(Pour me, pour me, I said pour me)
Ya, pour me.
(Pour me, pour me, I said pour me)
Ya, pour me.
(Pour me, pour me, I said pour me)
Ya pour me one more beer. I fear...

[Chorus: (x2)]
Walking (walking)
Walking away
Cause we're better off (walking)
Better off apart.
I turn and trip on my clumsy heart
I ALWAYS TRIP ON MY CLUMSY HEART!

Lyrics to Little Maggots :
little maggots, maggots whose parents, parents fed me full
grown and living, inhabiting comfortably my skull
dust to dust and justice is, is for us all and all's for null

may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you

waving in the distance, waving (ha ha ha)
waving in the minutes, waning (ha ha ha)
waiting for this to make sense, waiting
stop waving back, I'm drowning

may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you, you

little maggots, maggots whose parents, parents fed me full
grown and living, inhabiting comfortably my skull
dust to dust and justice is, is for us all and all's for...
nothing, fucking zero

may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you

waving in the distance, waving (hey, I'm drowning)
waving in the minutes, waning (hey, I'm drowning)
waiting for this to make sense, waiting
stop waving back, I'm drowning

Lyrics to What Katie Said :
Of a face full of words you'd think a few would be right (right)
And with a few tips of courage, you'd think my lip's less tight (right)
Shattered passenger window beside itself on the floor
They can take my stereo but you can't take me for a kid anymore

I'm going back to your house
Back from the dead
Why can't I forget what Katie said?
You've got standards girl
What the hell are you doing with me?

STD pay phone hanging off my face
The roomie has got me on hold
And damn why am I such a disgrace?
With a fist full of change and absolutely no sense
What little I've learned about love is at my pride's expense

I'm going back to your house
Back from the dead
Why can't I forget what Katie said?
You've got standards girl
What the hell are you doing with me?

I'm going back to your house
Back from the dead
Why can't I forget what Katie said?
You've got standards girl
What the hell are you doing with me?

You always know the latest place to be
With your waved in friends and your waved out fees
Your neon light's blinking vacancy, baby baby
You've always been the latest thing to be
With your guest list and their listless pleas
Here here, three cheers for your apathy

I'm back at your house
Back from the dead
Why can't I forget what Katie said?
You've got standards girl
What the hell are you doing with me?

I'm going back to your house
Back from the dead
Maybe I'll forget what Katie said
You've got standards girl
What the hell are you doing with me?
Yeah what the hell are you doing with me?
What's a decent girl doing with me?