ONE DEAD THREE WOUNDED LYRICS
Moving Units (2006)

1. Planning Obsolescence
2. Blackholes
3. Moving Units
4. Soldiers
5. Cold Wars
6. Cardia
7. Pretty Faces, Shitty Places
8. We're Broke Till Payday
9. Compassionate Assassins
10. Bad Business



1. Planning Obsolescence



2. Blackholes

Hey kid listen, I'm trying to tell you about the human condition
You are your own black hole.

Hey kid listen, I'm giving depth to your flat world vision.
You are your own black hole.

Disown what you cant control
You are your own black hole

Silence, can you hear it?
Its the sound of a man without spirit.
And the walls keep crumbling down around a self made victim.
I got this rope to pull you up but I cant save you if you wont grab a hold.
I cant save you if you wont save yourself.

I tried to heal your heart.
I tried to sail your shipwreck in the dark

This is the fine art of swinging and missing.
This is the fine art of sinking and swimming.

You see, it takes time to find a balance in such things.

You'll learn the fine art of crossing burnt bridges.

Old friend, fight physics.
Forget the cynicism in my lyrics.
You and I will laugh one day at our foolish mistakes.
With my bare hands, I will dig you out.
But I cant save you if you wont grab a hold.
I cant love you if you wont love yourself.

Hey kid, listen. Just don't suck me in.


3. Moving Units



4. Soldiers



5. Cold Wars



6. Cardia



7. Pretty Faces, Shitty Places



8. We're Broke Till Payday

Sometimes it seems, kids like you and me learn failure at too young of an age
Before the blue blood leaks red from our veins.
I got some advice for your runaway types for you lifelong escapists.
Jesus Christ won't save us.

My feet ache from an eight hour day of servitude slavery.
I got filthy blood in my veins and this dirt poor DNA.
Digging ditches from our graves on a working man's wage.

If I was born to be you, if I was born to fit your shoes.
I'll count my blessings after I count what I lose.
We're broke till payday.

I spent my last few bucks on a tank of gas and coffee.
I hope it keeps us up.
We'll drive until we're empty till things ain't quite so bad.
I hope that these miles medicate our heads.

Don't carry the blame, we only disconnect to stay sane.
Kids like us run away to stay sane.
If it wasn't so cold outside and Philadelphia wasn't quite so wide, I might just run away from my fate.
Watch as my legs break in the chase.

So tell me tales of your ambitious plans,
but break them down for a simple man
cause kids like us won't see those lands.
Someday we'll be something, someday we'll be something more.


9. Compassionate Assassins



10. Bad Business

Were fucked. This is Business.
We will choke without a witness.

As a man you stand six feet high evolving a million years in a downward spiral.
Cheap smiles wont hide the lie of love upon the bottom line we sign

Stop searching for heartbeats in graveyards. They don't exist down here.
Stop searching for canaries in coal mines. They don't exist around here.

Deathbeds of old faithful friends. They are victims of your industry.
You stole their reason to breathe when you stole their reason to scream.

We are the ugly. We are the tired. We are overworked and uninspired.
Don't look me in the eye; I lost faith in the sound from your criminal lies

This is business. Just business. Who gives a fuck about your opinion?

If this is punk rock were fucked.



Thanks to dana_walt@hotmail.com for sending tracks ## 2, 10 lyrics.
Thanks to onepiratesprayer@yahoo.com for sending track #8 lyrics.





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