I WISH... I WISH

WITH KNEES THAT CRUSH THE DEAFENED STONES
WITH SILENT INCANTATIONS I PRAY.
DEFILE THIS SLOPSIDE BESIDE ALL THE REST.
TIE ME TO A TREE I BET YOU DONÍT
I WISH I WOULD, I WISH I WISH I WISH I WISH YOU WOULD.
I COULDNÍT TURN TOMB AFTER TOMB IN THIS GRAVEYARD OF BROKEN HEARTS,
BUT BURY THE GRUDGERS THE BACKYARD LIES IN WAIT, I DID A COUPLE
OF REALLY AWFUL THINGS.
I DID I DID I DID I DID I DID COME UNDONE.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

WEÍVE DUG OUR GRAVES UNDER SEPARATE CANDLESTICK TONIGHT,
THE MOON SEPARATES THE SEAS
FROM YOU AND ME AND SLEEP
AND WE CURSE WEEP TILL WE CURSE THE SAME GOD
THEREÍS A CRACK IN THE CEILING IT BREAKS
LIKE A NECK IN MY HEART AND HARD GOES TUMBLING DOWN.
WE GO DOWNTOWN TO THE RIVER FLOW
NEAR THE BLOODSHED IN THE SOULYARD YOU AND ME,
TONIGHT WE CAN GATHER UP ALL THE DUST AND SPIRITS WAIL,
FLING THEM INTO FLIMSY WALLS
AND FALL, THEN WE CAN BURN DOWN LOVEÍS LONELY FURNACE,
WATCH AS IT SMOLDERS AND WE EXPIRE.

1000 LIES

WE HANG OUR HEADS IN THE HEAVY HOUSE
WITH HALLS THAT SCREAM A LONG SLOW NO
DIRTY THOUGHTS FALL FROM MY SOUL,
HEAPED LIKE CLOTHES UPON THE FLOOR
THIS NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND LIES
THAT BURN HOLES IN MY PETTY HEAD,
FLESH CREEPS UP ALL THE WRONG WALLS,
ITÍS MY MISFORTUNE THAT YOUÍRE SUSPICIOUS,
I COULD SWEAR A THOUSAND PRAYERS AND CAST STONE BIBLES INTO THE SEA,
BUT MY LIFELINEÍS FULL OF SOLITAIRE, YOURS IS HAPPY FULL OF NOTHING.

SOME BOYS HAVE THE URGE TO KILL

OH MY GOD AWFUL UGLY, AND I COULD END UP GETTING SHIT-KICKED.
JESUS GETS ARRESTED AND MARRIED TO AN INFIDEL KILLS,
IÍVE HAD ENOUGH FOR ONE GIRL WHOSE TIME HAS NOT YET COME TO PASS,
IÍVE HAD ENOUGH IÍVE HAD ITƒ
THE EARTH SPITS BLOOD AND SWALLOWS US WHOLE.
SOME BOYS HAVE THE URGE TO KILL AND HARD ENOUGH IT HURTS ENOUGH.
WELL I LIE IN THE RUBBLE, CRUMPLED UNDERNEATH HIS FIRST PRINT.
BUILDINGS FALL FAST HEARTS BURST WATCH ME CUT-UP BROKEN COLLAPSE,
A COUPLE OF SUSPICIONS, BORN DEAD/BREAD DEAD/DIE AGAIN,
TWO PALED IMPALED, WITH GUN TO HEAD IÍM READY TO BLOW.
SOME BOYS HAVE THE URGE TO KILL.
I SAID IÍD DIE FROM HIS KISS, HE SAID WELL THEN YOUÍRE BETTER OFF DEAD,
TAKE YOUR FLESH FROM MY FLESH AND GET YOUR BLOOD AWAY FROM MY BED,
WELL I CANÍT WAIT FOREVER FOR THE BOY WHO NEVER DOES COME,
AND IF IT WAIT FOREVER, AND ON, AND ON, AND ON, AND ON
SOME BOYS

STILL BURNING (Words by Rowland S. Howard)

TAKE THE WHEEL. OF THE WORLD.
AND DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVEƒ
QUICK AS A GUN. BLIND LIKE A GHOST.
I CATCH MOST THINGS IN MY BLOOD YOU ALL LOSE BETWEEN ROOMS.
ONE LAST GASP BEFORE I GO, YOUR CRYSTAL SKIN LACED WITH RUST.
LACED WITH RUSTƒ LACED WITH RUSTƒ
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVEƒ
ONE BLOOD LUST GLANCE OF THE MILKY WAY.
TWO SHOTS ONE IN A MILLION, SHORT CIRCUITS
A BILLION LIGHT YEARS AWAY.
DOWN HERE IT RAINS BLOOD AND MILK FOR MONTHS
THE ZULUS ARE GETTING TOO STRONG TO PLAY WITH NO MORE,
NO MORE, NO MOREƒ
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVE.

A BUCKET FULL OF STARS TOO HOT TO HANDLE ALONE.
BURNING A HOLE, SMOLDERING FOOTSTEPS THAT LEAD TO A HEART,
MINE YOURS, WHO CARES IT STILL BURNS STILL BORN, IÍM STILL BURNING
BURNING DOWNƒ.
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVE.

WHAT DID YOU DO

I COULD GET VERY LOST A COVE NO BIGGER THAN A BREAD BOX,
AND NO PLACE TO REST MY HEADSTONE, BEAT A RIVER,
BEAT IT THRU THE ROCK AND HOPE TO GOD THAT IT RAINS
THEY SAY THAT SUNDAYÍS VERY UGLY,
AND LOCK THE DOOR TO THE CAGE AND THROW AWAY THE KEYHOLE

WHEN THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE AWAY, THEN WE BEGIN TO STEAL.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO DESERVE ALL OF THIS.
BRAINS GO AWAY AND RUST LIKE TIN,
MY MOUTH HURTS GO AHEAD BURN HOLES IN YOURSELF AND DIE FORGOTTEN.
THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT WE WAIT LIFETIMES FOR THAT SNEAK THRU PEEP-HOLES.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO DESERVE ALL OF THIS

WE HAD THE WRONG SEASON. THE CIRCUS IN HER HEAD LEFT WEEKS AGO,
BUT THEREÍS A HALF MOON AT A QUARTER TO TWO AND TONIGHT, WEÍLL GO WALKING.
TELL ME THE SADDEST TALE YOU KNOW AND IÍLL RAISE YOU TEN.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO DESERVE ALL OF THIS.

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