DROWNINGMAN LYRICS
single: "How They Light Cigarettes In Prison" (2000)
1. Black-Tie Knife Fight2. Radio Tuned To The Sounds Of Hearts Breaking
3. A Quick Prayer To The Patron Saint Of Dirty Rest A
4. How They Light Cigarettes In Prison
1. Black-Tie Knife Fight
Try to stab me, motherfucker. You can't hit what you can't see. All these lights are blinding me. Let's go. Let's do it, you sack of shit. Try to kill me, motherfucker. You can't hit what you can't see. All these lights are blinding me. Hits like rocks only harder. Tried to drown in an inch of water. You can't hit me. You can't fucking touch me. Way up high, looking down. I can see almost everything. Say goodbye. This could be the last thing you ever see. Like rocks, like knives pushed in; thorn in my side. We're bending back the gates of hell to ride. They moved this city, walls, piece by piece. Every brick and nail laid at the gates of hell. The only thing they left us was this burnt out shell. Never coming back. Won't pass this way again. If I ever did, I'd kick your ass again.
2. Radio Tuned To The Sounds Of Hearts Breaking
I'm going to die if they play that song again. If they play it one more time I swear to god I'll die. Can't stand this situation. Change that fucking station. The signal that I need is a hundred miles away and I can't sleep. Eyes wide open and the radio's on. They can't reach me this far away, this late at night. The radio's against me, they just played that song again. It seems like somebody's happy when they try to make me cry and it works out. Why does your radio play songs that make me cry? Drive nails in. You'd better change that fucking station. Touch that dial now. Change that fucking station or you might get to watch me fucking die.
3. A Quick Prayer To The Patron Saint Of Dirty Rest A
Try to draw that day. Puts maps on a page. Anything to bring it back, moves it all away. Tell it like an accident. 100 in the shade. Banks are dripping sweat for me . They're calling out my name. Sing loud, say it away. Sing it like it's what you want or wear it like a scar. Sing loud, say it away. Baby had a gun, bullets in her other hand, to make it easy to find a place to hid all I know is that one of us wants to see the other die. Hang too tight. All I know is that one of us wants to see the other die. I also know that one of us wants to touch the other's insides. She's alright. It's anything you want. She's alright. Explain it away.
4. How They Light Cigarettes In Prison
Crazy Charlie did it again, lights out assholes. Sharp shiv. Knuckles knives. Lights out again. Stay alive (one more night). Calm precision, sharp incision cuts holes in you. Doesn't matter what it was. Now we're all fucked because: twisty ties. Words won't make it work, it just won't make it light. When the lights go out on the whole cell block they pull their rusty shanks from behind their b acks and walk the floor waiting for the perfect time. You lie with your head in the pillow praying, crying. Telling yourself everything's going to be alright. But it's not; not at all. Guns and knives behind their eyes. The things you say drive me crazy. The "ifs" and "buts" are driving me nuts. Seems the same thing happens every time. What this is, electrical.
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