THE JONBENÉT LYRICS

1. Eating Lightning Pt. I

Frozen, oh how I wish I was.
This time tonight couldn't be any better.
Freezing. oh, how uncertain I am.

The places, the faces
The places, the faces, where have I gone?

I've become the concrete that my feet will never meet.
I've become the concrete that my feet will never meet.
This street goes on forever.
This street goes on forever.
This street goes on forever.
This street goes on forever.

So tonight my sheets never existed.
These memories of laughter late at night won't be wasted.

Nine lives live as one in the worst of cities.
No one knows our names and our pockets are a pity.
So I'll scream each night until my throat runs dry.
So I'll scream until I wanna die.
And if it was so and I died by your side,
At that moment I'd know that I'd be just fine.

And if it was so and I died by your side,
At that moment I'd know that I'd be just fine.
Not too many get to live their life like mine.
Not too many get to live their life like mine.

2. Dramarama

Images burnt into my brain
Sharper than knives
This cat-scan fever consumes us all

This lump in our throat grows bigger
Sooner or later this cancer becomes you
Hatred towards each other
And a soiled friendship down the drain

Years later the fear of starting over
Has killed me inside
Don't you bother, bother
Don't bother

Your lies bleed together
What you said doesn't matter
Your lies bleed together
Rumors that fill this room

Save your drama for the soaps
Your heart beats when the bullshit starts
Save your drama for the soaps
Your heart beats when the bullshit starts

The stories grow like
Tumors inside my heart
Your words are a sickness
That there's no cure for

They hit the ears of others
And spread like a virus
How can I ever start believing
What I am hearing

The germs take you over
The words become your savior
You can't breathe without it
You can't live without it

Your lies bleed together
What you said doesn't matter
Your lies bleed together
Rumors that fill this room

I'd love to see you think for your own
I'd love to hear you speak the truth

3. Behold, The White Whore

The speakeasy parlor was filled with many a fair lady,
Fallen victim to another mind rape by their Christian fathers.
It was never easy to show them I loved them,
He said as He was removed from the booth.
No one had the time to listen to Him, they don't care.

It wasn't His thing to talk like that,
Waking up the next day in a nightmare of a grey colored room
Full of friends with no names and metal as cold as hell.

This was yet another favorite of His,
Conscious effort was put into everything that He didn't do and
Everything else was a failed plan.
Why didn't this work?

If only gratitude could get you somewhere.
If only gratitude could get you somewhere.

Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair.
This is His love. yet another day blessed with His presence.
Continue to beat Him, this is His love.

Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms,
This is His love. oh mother Mary, forgive them, for they have won.
Spoken fast enough to spark a memory into everyone's tired mind.

Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves,
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room.
Depictions of life as told by a subdued body within us all.
We aren't loved anymore. behold, the white whore.

4. Eleventh Century Folklore

Arched back and a couple of slit wrists
How often can you tell me that I can't love you
Just maybe I can
Just maybe I can

Somehow I'll break those arms
And someday I'll break those arms
Watching Jesus Christ
Emerge in the form of a firearm

I sit back and relax
I sit back and relax
My wife of forty years
I raped her

He began that day like any other
Holding hands with savory little beauties
Let them know that you love them
And tell them all you want is to be cared for

That's all you want
Is to be cared for
That's all you want
Is to be cared for
Is to be cared for

Her eyes were calm
And her hands were cold

5. Trophy Wives

Shake, shake, shake
Loose that single gleam of hope left in your chest
Gone are the days of sunshine
The days of sunshine, I promise

Breath taking photographs
Of dreams long forgotten
Your ship has sank

Wrong place, wrong time
Squeal once more for papa
This is not about money, oh no
This is a sport

Hair that smells of fear and
Eyes that scream, solitude
Companionship is just another
Fucking curse

You can't buy friends like this
You can't buy friends like this
You can't buy friends like this

Bite and scratch all you like
Bite and scratch all you like
Trophies of black, blue and red

6. Stolen Home

Hold on just a god damn minute
This commercial is yet to be over
I can't wait to try this knife out
I seriously can't wait

Yellow paint won't cover bloodstains
And yellow paint won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors

This blade
Your neck
All of my values

All of my values
In a little basket
I've started over

Yellow paint won't cover bloodstains
And yellow paint won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors

Sit closer, honey
I've tried my best, I promise
And I can't wait to get these clothes off
I'm so tired, I'm fucking tired

Yellow paint won't cover bloodstains
And yellow paint won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors

Won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors

I've started over
I've started over
I've started over

Sweet skin, can't get it close enough to me
I want to be covered
Running my fingers straight through her hair
Just like mothers, this is my new life

Yellow paint won't cover bloodstains
And yellow paint won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors

7. Scratch The Roman Numerals

I fell asleep on your gun again
Last night it was warmer than before
My eyes are burning

For every sigh I hear
I'll roll over so you can reach
For the trigger

Is it aimed at my head
Are we making any progress
Are we making any progress

Why are we in bed together
Do that one more time
Right where I think
My legs might connect

It gets annoying
But I'll bear with it this time
I don't talk to every girl like this
I don't talk

Baby, these things feel good
Baby, these things feel good
Baby, these things feel so good

Baby, these things feel good
Baby, these things feel good
Baby, these things feel so good

Is it aimed at my head
Are we making any progress
Are we making any progress

This bed isn't getting any bigger
This bed isn't getting any bigger
And these sheets don't keep me warm at night

Is it aimed at my head
Are we making any progress
Are we making any progress

8. Bartleby

The tea kettle called it arson
But I assured him it was only treason
It was only treason
Bought with a passion and sold for less than a fortune

These glass eyes only break if you catch them
This all must end between the rocks and the sea
This drink of kings once passed over this deck
Once passed over this deck

It was all in good humor
Was all in good humor
Was all in good humor
Was all in good humor

I swear
I swear
I swear

One, two, three, four

I swear
I swear
I swear







THE JONBENÉT LYRICS