My wisdom teeth still stab my cheek And I'm always sucking aspirin The life I stole is full of holes And my pants don't fit me right My dreams are old
I fall asleep in a comforting mess The room is yellow and the windows the deadest white I smell the ghost of your dinner And the space heater is glowing
I see you watching I see your old rusty hands I see you drawing your lines through the things they do The talk and the walk and the teeth and the spaces
I was born on a Sunday, with blood on my hands in a room full of phonographs and old electric fans and I slept in a graveyard for bicycles and cars and
My heart's lost in the movies My laughs fit for TV My thoughts are radio friendly What've you done to me I've seen all this before My head's a civil
Every town has it's ups and downs But sometimes ups outnumber the downs But not in Knottingham And I'm inclined to believe That if we weren't so down
Eyes on the sea My feet are in concrete Hands on the savior Fingers inside his teeth Grinning at me A face like a leather shoe He said that nothing is
So it starts with some blood and a picture frame You got our teeths, got our mouths Got our hearts, got our backbones "Boken legs never wander" is what
I wanna write some music I wanna write a book I wanna make some movies I wanna learn to cook I wanna fall in love I want a lot of kids I wanna see the
As Mother Nature sings Her requiem The machines all gather around and sing along We hang from kites until the tide comes in It'll be another week before
The rain clouds chased me down And now I hang from a thread Could you put down the scissors? It's time I pull the plug But I never learn And I never
And the skies have all opened up, And the flood is raining down on us Climb inside the machine, And we'll march, yeah we'll march Until the end of the
My voice never made it in time And they hung me out to dry My words never bother to rhyme And I always wonder why So now I've taken to chewing bottles
The castle has fallen The birds have left their nest The government is getting wasted And the people locked everything else The diagram is faulty
So here's the deal I know enough to know I've lost I've got no flag And all my confidants are spies And all the paperwork's been signed Or so I'm told
My hands are comfortable inside of my pockets My eyes are comfortable when they watch my feet My mind is comfortable when I desist thinking And these
(Hello? Hello? Oh. Can I get a mic check? Word up.) An extension of oneself Music from the cable that attaches the heart Brain Fingers And eyelids And
There, along the road, was a tiny home The yard held dead machines behind its fences Like they were it's kids Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone