Lyrics for the new schtuff.
Lyrics from There’s a Castle and a Crown For Every Cockroach in Every Town. Enjoi.
“KINGDOM OF THE BEDROOM(HUBERT, THE LONER)”
I’d never write about friends and vans
a decade from now it’ll all be different
believe most of this is an heir to growth
suburban bums inheriting mistakes they’ve sown
new words from new heads, ideas harbering hocked hell
literary scapes of Alabama minds written in drunken spells
mauled schemes rhymed in strange meter and mode
southern man coping happily on his own
no one will listen, no one will care
I’d write in my house and burn the results alone
breaking thumbs just to see the bones
I’d never write about relationships lost
more of the feeling of lying in bed when the fluids dry up
sun and truth creeping through the window covered
shedding light on how much of it was love
this child’s too old to dart into burning bath houses
the heat is exhausting, the cost too outrageous
childish ventures, costly keeps pawn quickly
nothing feels more honest than this line to me
no one will listen, no one will care
I’d write in my house and burn the results alone
breaking fingers just to feel the bones
who loves the wanderer
afraid to look at anything but his feet
the silence won’t impress anyone
it seems I have no answers, it’s just me
“FIVE YEARS FROM NOW IS NOT FIVE YEARS AGO”
uppers and downers
qualudes, methaphetamine
these are a few of my friends favorite things
got clean friends, happy staring into the sun
but some vacation in hell, happily tanning along lakes of fire
always a story to tell like the pen guides itself
across their lives, acing depravity
but we all know
yeah we all know
what the problem is
haven’t had a job in years
academics long gone and beyond your youth
who picks up the bill for every scrap that goes in your mouth
seems to me that mythic god is helping you out
oh what a luxury to see your train arrive on time everyday
always somewhere to bail leaving me down and out
across our history, I can see where this should be
history
“PUNK ROCK LIVES IN TEXAS”
Texas is god’s dirty basement
where the punk rock shows are revivals for the heart
though we all love being cynical, hateful, and boring
when the beat kicks in, we know where it starts
all the love we feel in Midland is something lovelier than belief
not to leave Washinton out of it, they’re just as special to me
punk rock lives in texas
like it lives inside our van
amoung the dirty clothes from last year’s tours
everlasting like the floorboard particles of food, trash, and sand
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