EVERY TIME I DIE LYRICS

1. Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends.
I want to be dead with my friends.
A wide eyed, brilliant, dynamic rest.
I want to be dead with my friends.
I want to be dead with my friends.
Where the iron sharpens the iron.
Where the iron sharpens the iron.
Where the iron sharpens the iron
sharpens the iron.

I want to be dead with my friends.
I want to be dead with my friends.
A vulgar, loud, unforgettable end.
I want to be dead with my friends.
I want to be dead with my friends.

Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts.
Against this, even gods fight violently in vein.
What chance could we have stood?
We were the last of the lost,
But now we are the first of the fashionably late.

Loved ones decompose
And you'll gather 'round the bones.
But most of us are wholly ghost.
All of us were wholly ghost.
[x2]

We made the scene when we made a scene,
And though it was brief, it meant everything.
Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints
Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints.

Against this, even boys fight violently in vein.
What chance could we have stood?
We were the last of the lost,
But now we are the first of the fashionably late.

I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave.
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave.
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave.

You were all there with me.
You were all there with me.
You were all there with me.

2. Holy Book Of Dilemma

Insect lust or insect love. There's no telling them apart if you're not a
bug. But from down here I can see the gears the guts of the watches, molecular
tiers. Now if you're a bug in insect love then you only do things with other
bugs. But if it's lust (and survival is a must) then the things that you do are
to other bugs. There are laws built into the nest and this is the crux of it.
But how do you apply this to the world? We are given too much room to be
expected to do only good. We are more curious than bold and we were quiet
before we went cold. Animal art or animal shit? Boot legged thoughts or
collegiate wit? It all looks the same if it ain't holy writ. But from up here I
can see the gears, where the guts of the clocks mimic heavenly spheres. Our
mathematics and our faith are just ways of devouring space while we continue to
devolve. Separate hearts are the whole of the law.

3. A Wild, Shameless Plain

Old black tusks ripped off of the beast at the bank of the swamp and carved
into statues of arthritic Gods or the handles of blunt swords that you'll one
day run upon, with your eyes covered in moss. Shot down in it's sleep. The big
game of the world wide garbage heap. You mounted it's head on your wall. The
prize? Hollowed out eyes, mold in the cracks of it's skull. The fur is matted
with blood and it's tongue wet with mother's milk. Gates opened wide and bedlam
came. Wise men were forced into a layman's trade. With nothing but time, chaos
reigns. A great quiet has followed you to here. A blustering wind with nothing
of worth in it's heart or hands. Your legacy is "a dull catalogue of common
things." You've never even seen the blood you've drawn or looked in the eyes of
the kill you claim was yours before taking your picture with it.

4. Typical Miracle

I need a new rock bottom. I've got to find a beloved back alley. I'm bored
as hell in Sodom and Eden is just another dry county. The local haunts have
been blessed, all their spirits dispossessed. Even our bed is the second best
and the end isn't near it is now. These drugs won't even bring me down. I wanna
dance but I don't hear a sound. You can't fuck when your friends are around but
my slow death drew a crowd. Can't take two sins off of one ox. Pile them on
because she won't spare the rod. You don't drown faster the deeper you sink so
you best make peace and take in the sea. Nurse that stray black dog. Stay low.
Keep digging. Divine light continued to shine for so long that the battery died
and no spark can be seen in my eyes so it waved death down. The rapture came
and it went while my faith was treading cement. I'm hell bound but I'm heaven
sent so I'm lifted back into the ground. I've ascended back into the ground.
There was whiskey in the Devil's blood and there was blood in my cup so I will
make me a better grave. I will find my own way.

5. I Suck (Blood)

I'd rather beg your forgiveness 
Than solicit permission
I'd rather know that it broke your heart
Than doubt that it will

Every time we divide
We put zeroes under the line  
And we publish it as our proof
That nothingness is divine

I can't find a way to grind your heart to a halt
It was probably just the wind
I don't ruin you like I did.

I would rather be a jealous man
Than an off-duty cop
I try to be a babe-in-arms,
Not a bull in a china shop
A sheep in wolfs clothes

I'm a hangman without a rope.
Who am I trying to kid?
I don't ruin you like I did.

When you live your life being scared to death
Then you might as well be wounded.
You spend your nights being short of breath
I keep these shadows moving

(If only you could see me now.)
If you could only see me now
I'll take what I can get even if it's a restraining orders.

Hold
Your
Fire

What do you take me for?
What do you take me for?
Did you think I could garner attention with tact?
What do you take me for?

What am I trying to prove?
What have I done to you?
Left at the altar and asked for a bed.
What did I expect you to do?

Give me an audience
Black loveless eyes
I have hundreds of costumes, but not one disguise.

Places everyone
Fangs out

I'd rather beg your forgiveness 
Than solicit permission
I'd rather know that it broke your heart
Than doubt that it will

I would rather be a jealous man
Than an off-duty cop
I try to be a babe-in-arms.
Not a bull in a china shop

I will see 
You in the dark
I will see 
You in the dark

Castrated stranger with candy hearts.

6. Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow

At the bottom of the first drink I found my nerve. At the bottom of the next
one I met my girl. At the bottom of the third drink I found a fourth and at the
bottom of that one was a trojan horse that carried in demons who brought their
brides and they tempted darkness where I lost my mind. Well the fifth drink
found it and carried it home where my girl was waiting one foot out the door.
Another night spent gathering dust. Mug shot of a marble bust. Ruination leaves
the lantern lit so I know where the good lovin' is. I used to be a goddamn
saint. I said my prayers and handled snakes until the road introduced me to
sin. I only shook hands with drink but he had friends with him. I curse the day
we raised our glass up like a bridge to let the Devil pass because he ain't
ever left this town and only beaten and unborn are living with him now. I used
to be a holy man. "Once put an onion in a beggar's hand." But now I'd rather
not believe. How can a man I've never met be so cruel to me? At least I'm in
good company. I'll drink to that. Dash the cup. Fifteen years has been long
enough. Put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book, page by
page. Go alone, there is your road. For once, I'm awake and I will not serve
madness. I am not the company I keep. Dash the cup. Fifteen years has been long
enough put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book, page by
page.

7. The Low Road Has No Exits

Wherever I go, there too shall be grief (my love) doting on me, tenderly.
Vacant praise for her hollow man. Such poise. What loyalty, what elegance.
Inspired lust in a languid tongue (saved love) and found me where there once
was none. So I burned the bridge she'd have taken to leave. Each one. She's all
I have left. C'est la vie. The more it spreads the closer I come. (Better off
behind your back) where we consummate in the presence of none (dead weight
don't wait) for the violent and endless stream (a spineless yet supporting
cast) of charmless that are harming me. From the cradle to the grave it has
been a walk of shame. What did you think that your absence could bring, old
friend? My heart, it bursts with cavities. A slur couldn't rouse the sadness
I've seen look close. That beauty is life and she's with me. Flaunted
indifference is cheap cologne. Actor, you speak of me in formal tones. To the
gutless dogs that cried mutiny know this: marooned with grief, I'm richer than
kings. From the cradle to the grave has been a walk of shame. I am dead, what
is one less worm? Seconds off of a prisoners term? This is hell. You brought a
candle to burn? I am death. And you have marked my words.

8. Revival Mode

Thanks Lord, but I don't need anymore poor advice, poor advice.

I caught in the cannon with a one way ticket.
Four riders in a town with one horse.
I wagered a sure thing,
Against what was behind the first door.
Stack the chips, ready to ride.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It's fool-proof and it won't do,
To make safe bets while I'm towing the line.

Thanks Lord, but I don't need anymore poor advice, poor advice.
Thanks Lord, but I don't need anymore poor advice, poor advice.

I had a lock on a dirty little secret,
A raging bull who was fixed to fall down.
I've been waiting at ringside my whole life but still swinging on.

I got debts piling high.
I got addictions and ex-wives
But I've stayed true, so I thank you
For bearing witness while I waste my fucking life.

I'm ready to pay the judge, to pay the judge, to pay the judge now
I need to tip the scales, some sort of bribery, I'm not waiting this out.
I need to pay the judge, to pay the judge, to pay the judge now
I need to grease a palm, some sort of certainty, I'm sick of waiting this out.

I should have learned a more noble craft,
Out of the library into the lab.
And will machine gunners please step forth?
Will machine gunners please step forth?
There's only room on the rescue boat,
For butchers and bakers and men with hope.
And will machine gunners please step forth?
Will machine gunners please step forth.

Thanks Lord, but I don't need anymore poor advice, poor advice.
Thanks Lord, but I don't need anymore poor advice, poor advice.

9. Drag King

A proud hush had taken hold and you worshipped at its feet, but calm was
not long for this world. I took up arms and you begged I let it be, but reason
don't live here no more. Step aside, It's not worth your life. What is this
"peace" that you sneak off to at night? What sacred spot will I be buried in
when I have covered every inch of land in terribleness? I have declared a war
on the silence before the storm. Don't stop to think. Just end all good things
while you can. Ruin all the love that you have or that god damned thing is
bound to come back. In spades. Step aside, it's not worth your life. I am the
fear that drags you into the light. I've covered every inch of land in
terribleness by leading a war on the silence before the storm. Take the
stillness out back and put it on its knees. Stop your crying, who do you love
anyway? Who do you love? What does he have that I don't except you?

10. Touch Yourself

The stand in will suffice, I suppose. A tunnel painted on a brick wall.
When the crowd arrives in droves, they don't question the depth at all. I got a
weak heart, so I've heard. I wouldn't know because it hasn't said a word. All
these winters, not a sound. It probably never had a chance to thaw out. You
don't touch what you want to survive, so this distance is keeping me alive
until the ones that have loved me are dead. I will hold my breath. And pray
that my aim is true. The meat sits in my blind spot. The maze around it is the
meal I want. The meat sits in my blind spot. Hallelujah, got a trophy kill.
Maybe the flesh will have its day. Maybe the meaning will not get in the way.
God saves every third person, but he won't help us if we help ourselves I only
marvel at existence in the language existence permits. Most hearts make
terrible sounds, so I laugh. An army of images stalks the land in search of
ideas. I am struck only when I think to step back. So a stand will suffice, I
suppose. A tunnel paint on a brick wall. When the crowd arrives in droves, they
don't question the depth at all.

11. Indian Giver

No broken hearted people, no crash, no flame, no sermon at a casket nor a
howl into the grave. Every bone was in position, every hair was in position.
Every hair was in its place. A light comes. Pulled off a dark country road. New
roman suicide note. All the way closed. So it goes. No organs to be salvaged,
no teeth to be compared, we asked for no police involvement because we knew you
weren't there. We threw a birthday party and at the table in your chair, a
lightness. Pulled off a dark country road. New roman suicide note. All the way
closed. So it goes. As long as your name is on my list or your story written in
the choruses then true death couldn't get you. But when its spoken for the last
time, the weight is lifted. A third eye. So I make a vow to forget you.

12. Grudge Music

[Bonus Track]

Deaf, blind granite block content to graze with familiar stock. A local
lard not an english black, we don't venture into the fog. Homeward bound and
gagged not twenty steps from the door. Dispensable as cooks at sea or
journalists sent to war. No one found me spellbinding, no one offered me a
drink. But by crippled hands at the potters wheel, I was given shape and
insects appeal. Sent to work the graveryard shift at heaven's JDC. A legend to
the peasants there, but lights had caught me unaware. I've wandered into your
graces, so how do I get out? It's been quiet for too long, but pompous phrases
and alarms can't help you now. And every pervert outside of every fence has had
his fill of your kids. He's clocking out. Such indecisive crusaders. A martyr
made into a scenic blur. A lookout into a left behind. What wounded pride. No
one finds me spellbinding. No ones buying me a drink. I've been to the lions.
Left high and dry by the 8th circle of hell. Where are the spoils? I want the
ticker tape parade. Damn these filthy rats.

13. Business Casualty

[Bonus Track]

Blood letting just to slake the lust of the little fangs writhing around
the trough. Oh how they run. While my love, back home at our infirmary, is
drying up. Her heart beat is on hold so if tomorrow finds her dead, I'll blame
the ones that "loved" me best; that worthless lying crowd of snakes and the
committee of pigs that suck on the breast of a pregnant pen and shit out
promises. I'm chastened by a spiteful and unrelenting "gift" like a horse at
the end of a whip, yet still holding up. But my love, she doesn't reap what I
sow. We cannot dine on bread alone. Give me the fuck what I am owed. Because
daddy needs a new pair of shoes and my girl is to be blue. I have given you
everything but it is never enough. My heart beat is on hold.

14. Starve An Artist, Cover Your Trash

[Bonus Track]

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked. Withstanding change like a tragic
play or holy war between the sects. The carnival stands but the cities will
tend to move. Like planets around a star, or water circling the drain? Sould
less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page of the map. Avant
guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass. Still holding up the wall. Still
life. A landmark placed for the photo op. He's got no teeth, he doesn't bite an
empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed. Is it superior genes, or won't
death collect such awful things? Yes it's garbage, but does that mean that it's
art? Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart. If you leave it hanging long
enough, someone will be amazed and just because it's personal doesn't mean it's
not cliché. If it doesn't look like something now, steal it before it does.
Avant guardian angel on the wrong page of the map. Avant guardian angel I am
heartache, let me pass I will be there to help straighten out the frame that so
proudly displays my own death certificate.







EVERY TIME I DIE LYRICS