EVERY TIME I DIE LYRICS

1. No Son Of Mine

we've drained full confession booths
polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood
grinning with our arms around shoulder of a rotting child.
hold that pose. provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings
shoot that dog if you can't afford to feed.
famine fathered a moth.
famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers.
keep your voices down I'm sneaking out.
hey! what's the big idea? keep your fucking hands off the insight
that rat has got it's mother's eyes. breeding ad nauseam, they are pouring themselves into the sea.
stop. thief.
leave your drunken accident at the prom. it'll grow to mend your broken heart.
don't sign the dotted line (every house is a little bit of Hollywood).
the world is too incredible to bring such ugliness into it
the artist is sneaking down the hall to impregnate the last of its kin.
indiscernible mute in a swarm of derivatives.
and I deny any part. I deny any part. a deadbeat godfather.
bite your tongue. who taught you those words?
blaspheme! when you are under my roof don't ever say "rock and roll".

2. Pigs Is Pigs

oh lord, I am saved. judge says I'm fit to swing. 'bout time, I have prayed
my woman just might wear my ring.
oh you know I'm no good. you know I'm no good at court ordered goodbyes
but when I'm gone you'll see I'll be a better man yet. for the dispossessed get taken back into your arms
better keep me close to your heart. you'd better keep me close to your heart.
the divine had me cornered in a storm and let me walk out the front door at the scene of the crime.
hang 'em high. keep your vows brief
let him swing. make his swindle an art.
and if you still believe that men guilty of love can survive, then hang 'em high or not at all
oh you know it gets hard. it just gets so hard going limp in your arms.
I am clutching a smoking gun. there's no chance of me walking out of here alive.
this is all very literal. I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time.
we're liberated by the hearts that imprison us. we're take hostage by the ones we break
throw the book.
you had me strung up by the tail and you put me back.
hang 'em high. keep your vows brief. let 'em swing.make his swindle an art.
and if you still believe that men guilty of love can survive, then hang 'em high or not at all.
where did you get the privilege to pardon me?

3. Leatherneck

marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade. with a bottle and a bible the dregs are armed to the teeth.
we traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim that we were wed in the trenches while college boys pine for loveless exchange.
we carry the fragments from detonated eyes embedded under our bones. we've spilled blood for the sake of fitting skin to the frame but our moneys is no good here and our memorial has veered off the road.
the locals will bury my wandering eyes at the docks of the potters field where the rifles of ranking men are equipped with 21 silencers.
at 'em boys. give 'er the gun
at 'em boys. give 'er the gun
I'm the richest man in town.
I'm the richest man in town.
faith, stand down. five your wings to the boredom that resurrected my soul.
crash the car. if the motor won't turn over, glory be to god.
jumped from the disloyal waves back up to the bridge.
renounced the warmth of the turbulent grave.
I found blood on my lips from a covetous kiss and I hope that my home tips its glass to it.

4. We'rewolf

turn the lights off, turn the lights off, your daddy better lock up his girls.
say a prayer boy, call on the cross because you ain't got no more when the music comes on.
board up the doors and windows and keep your crying under your breath.
I smell a drop of beer in a ten gallon tank and I'm moving in for the kill.
yea. in the wild kingdom you don't live until you're ready to die.
which one of you sons of bitches is gonna make me feel alive?
which one of you motherfuckers is gonna get inside me heart (attack)?
it's a full moon, denim is tight, and my flannel shirt is freaking out.
run for your life, cover your eyes, I don't want you to see me party this hard.
I've got a bone to pick with the morning sun and the first last call but I didn't put my hair in a pony tail for nothing, so if I'm going home alone I ain't going at all.
yea. I'm the wild kingdom you don't live until you're ready to die.
which one of you sons of bitches is gonna make me feel alive?
which one of you motherfuckers if gonna get inside my heart?
is gonna give me a heart attack?
look away it's too much to bear.
I've been bitten by the party animal.
save yourself.
save yourself.
tell my baby that I love her so.
don't cry. don't cry.
I gave the world one hell of a time and I don't regret a thing except for the time that I got caught givin' it.
I never thought it would take. I had thick blood and cynical skin.
to where are you supposed to escape, from the creature is lurking inside of you?

5. Rebel Without Applause

sound the bells and take to the streets in arms.
we're descending fast, a pox on your house of cards.
dry your eyes, your daughters have lost their faith and started feeding upon the bait that we wear on our sleeve.
promise us you won't tell the public the fury with which we despoil.
I've got a wife and kids and a hybrid car. I've got a good life and I can't risk losing.
if you can keep it a secret then me and the boys will bring pale hell to this town.
we're trouble bound and we summon the devil electric.
prey on the faint of heart.
we sing praises of the rebels who went by the book.
gravitate to teenagers artlessness' and sing it aloud.
the content is trivial. its pillow talk is plagiarized by the gadgets of lust.
just go to sleep, leave the gestures and customs to us.
cry fraud and let play the anthem of ear. cry fraud and let play the anthem of war
boys stand your ground. keep the delicate fingers but wrath in your white knuckled grip.
the film is loaded and it's aimed at the whites in their eyes.
you put out to get in. and we slipped right past the guards in the belly of a horse.
we sunk our fangs into the pulp of a desperate angst. we're powerless just until we're invited inside.
if you can keep it a secret then me and the boys will bring pale hell to this town.
we're trouble bound and we summon the devil electric.
prey on the faint of heart. we owe thanks to the revels who went by the book.
don't give up the ship. we'd rather sink than admit it. don't give up the ship.
we only have one night in town.

6. Cities And Years

play with the bow at the bridge. tune your voices to minor chords. this is the lowest we've ever been until we bend for the offering.
we're giving a knee jerk response to the awe. we come strapped to the bed, on display from the duty of tour. they picked up the signals we tapped to the visitors
our sea legs were lost on the march from the graves to the cross. we brandish the plague of the middleman's heart.
sing the rats through the gate.
I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car. but I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born. our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones.
if I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around. so course is the world.
we're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust.
we'll never make it home alive.
play with the bow at the bridge.
all girls buy the enemy line. woe. such remarkable woe. hold sight of him.
point him out.I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car. but I met with the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones.
if I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around. so course is the world.
we're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust.
war. come with us home.

7. Rendez-Voodoo

you'd better shove another piece of what's left into your mouth while the gettin' is good. because you know the highs are running low, and every new is getting old.
lord, I've been down since you've been seeing another boy.
me and my girl are gonna smoke the cigarettes that we find in another man's tray. we're gonna pick all the meat from the big city bones because the hot is getting cold.
lord, I'm not proud. keep you chin up the water will boil, the comet will come for us all. so make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm.
we have salted the earth. raid hell. raid hell.
you'd better drink up, get your sorrows in, because we're coming upon where the ending begins. the nickel city's new church says "no one allowed" since all the lights are going out. the end is near. I will be delivered. we've filled our bellies with so much repulsive flair I'll explode if I'm not forgiven.
make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm.
we have salted the earth. raid hell. raid hell.
you'd better get it while the gettin' is good, corner boy. you know the highs are running low. you'd better shove another piece of what is left into your mouth. we need to learn to go without.
there is no plan for the dutiful. we dried the country making room for our grave. but my time is sure taking it's time running out.

8. A Gentleman's Sport

vague men tied to a stake. gather round your little ones.
feast your eyes. steady your arm. behold!
we hit shore dragging miles of verse. poisoned food on the line, we're throwing it back.
thought the meat of this kill would feed starving artists for centuries.
skin him! gut him!
this is not what we bargained for. he is worthless unless he is whole.
make bait. food for thought. spit back every hound. spit back every hound.
all that we hunt for, we are.
plastic rabbits and white elephants.
an unclothed singularity is the fox that the dogs couldn't reach.
skin him! guy him!
the contaminated repast for the head of the bachelor band. make bait. food for thought.
you have no idea what you're up against. you have no idea.
I chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap.
bring me the tongue. everything else is fat. salvage the tongue. discard the rest of him.
bring me the tongue. everything else is fat. salvage the tongue. everything else is fat.
bring me the tongue. throw back the rest of him.

9. Inrihab

I tied the devil to the tracks
(can you hear the train coming?).
I served him papers with a seal from the governor.
The spoiler throwing voices, the vapors that they built this city on.
But he don't write much for me anymore.

When we keep hell in our hearts,
We make no excuse for our genius.
So what's my excuse now that hell has abandoned me?
I enticed the devil out with a bottle.
But maybe it was he who lured me out instead.
When we slept in penitent beds,
We awoke in the loving arms of attrition.
So what's my excuse that hell isn't courting me?

Give me the strength to be widowed now that the honeymoon's over.
Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.
Condemned with you all.
Goddamn you all.

I marched across the muddied stream,
Illuminated from beneath.
The lock was picked with the church's key we found on the belt of the veteran
To open bar tabs in the taverns assembled in levels by the damned and fanatic for me.

We never loved ourselves so well as when we lusted after another.
We hummed along to electric guitars and the standard "whoa oh oh oh's"
And we drank each other under the covers.

I eased the devil back with the throttle,
Because I'd rather live my life in regret than not take part in it.
If the devil don't mind, well it's alright with me.
So what do I do when the devil don't notice me?

Give me the strength to be widowed now that the honeymoon's over
Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.
Condemned with you all.
Goddamn you all.

(And in my 27th year, I was dragged kicking and screaming into the
Light. I looked at god in the face and I said, I said god I said, "I
Thought I was in heaven the whole time")

I tied the devil to the tracks
(can you hear the train coming?)
And I tied the tracks in a lover's knot around the finger of a beautiful girl.
I'll keep hell if hell will have me.

10. Depressionista

trained in the art of devastating the arts be remaining unmoved in their midst.
we came down, down, down from that high and now we're looking for more.
we're bloodless now, and we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it all.
we're passed around, around, around like the currency of the friendless roads.
one trick pony. and the parlor isn't big enough for the both of us.
'til death do we rock?
we're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you keep buying it.
'til death do we rock?
you're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you're still buying it.
the closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
our orbits are collapsing upon themselves. we're retreating into the vogue where we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitars.
beg for the scraps of prose that piled up behind the bar. though we try and try and try we get the melody wrong but we remember the words. we're the parasites but we are delicate in the way we bring each other down. we were oh so close to the start when they finished us.
aim the mast at the ground.
aim the mast at the ground
sail us to the belly of the whale
'til death do we rock!
we're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you keep buying it.
the closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
our orbits are collapsing upon themselves but we stand in the traffic indifferent to the grand histrionics of god. unmoved.

11. Buffalo Gals

we're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls. the less you breathe the more you see of it all.
the lions share is courting the teen one hand holds them back while the other is holding me. we don't connect though we're both disconnected.
oh, oh yea we're so in love or else we're waving unloaded guns in the air. but it's the same thing ain't it?
I'm only here to give you someone to leave when you get bored but the first mistake so good it'll only ensure another.
oh, oh yea you look so good or you're just saving your flaws for the tight lipped lover. it's the same thing, ain't it?
we're lost.
profound.
and we are bound by the secrets we keep from each other.
pick up your heels or dig them in. it don't matter when the void is ravenous.
it's too late for us now anyway. it's too late for us now.
this confession is a lost cause- cause we got dead before we arrive.
we're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls.
so grab your old lady and dance into the breach. yea lets dance one more time into the breach.
oh, oh yea we're so in love or else we're just waving unloaded guns into the air. but it's the same thing ain't it?
divine light speaks from a severed wire, so we hit the town like our parachutes failed.
we're lost.
profound.
and we are bound by the same dichotomy.

12. Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Battery

Don't try to resist, you're coming with us.
provisions are made, accommodations are met.
your words are recoded in the bleak genetics of the mob.
praise apocrypha-omitted offense,
to relieve us of guilt but not of our sin
we've sacrificed discourse at the feet of your clever turn-of-phrase.
now you owe it to us, we demand to be taken aback,
to be showed the revival of hope, for which your words are responsible.

Oh, it's the end of the line,
I'm cornered by a precedent; the sneering public eye
My job here is done.
My job here is done (you're fucking welcome).

retract the accolade, the candid acclaim
inspiration is cutting its loss
regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art
You've been fooled again, the red herring's a joke.

I've tried so hard to tell you that I tapped the well dry,
but there's no word
stay wistful and young
the affected are banking on oblivion in the drone of embittered hope,
and we're sold by the way they wrote it.

Oh, it's the end of the line,
I'm cornered by a precedent; the sneering public eye
My job here is done.
My job here is done

it is better to destroy than to create what is meaningless,
so the picture will not be finished.







EVERY TIME I DIE LYRICS