AdmitI admit that I stayed in the nest for too long
At least I never really fell out of it
We came home and we sat upon the couch
And turned off until we began to enjoy it
Well, well, well, well
We watched the room fall apart around us
ChanceI'll wait and loan my head to something better
Don't say I don't understand the meaning now
I'm feeling out the walls in the dark
My head is spinning
One hundred shoes under our bed
You took them all
We don't have a chance
God Conditiondon't wait, fore bored and taken people to pull you under. a first of may, was sent to fix the problem. now you want a summer. wave to pull you under? just wait. you'll surely see it, you'll surely see a god. dive in, make sure you don't hit the bottom. hey, don't take a number. listen, god today, is ad and money fodder. can't ignore the whisper. wave too, to all the losers. just wait. you'll surely see it, you'll surely see a god. you'll surely see it, you'll surely see a god
Hurt Everythingi've hurt everything,
good that i've known.
each soul, every bone.
nice old cars, sweet tough dogs.
green trees, loving homes.
'killed christ for fun,
JFK for pay,
I'll Wait With YouDrift across, two by two, buy and buy out
Search my name, I will know I'm home
If I stay too long, you will know
There went the light out
Connected to my soul
It's a nervous thing
To the way we've always been
In A WellAll as if you were alone
Nobody left you but you're always not better
It's unmistakable
I'm only here for understanding you better
Hey, there, there
January SongA driving song is playing on the radio
The mulcher pulls up
I'm in bed, put my branches to break
The big wheel turns endlessly over my bones
A mean wind blows through a hole in my head
My ticket was bought but you were not all there
It ain't an easy way to cut me off, is it, baby?
November SongI see the blue and grey, dumb star,
Your red brake lights glowin',
You're drifting in my lane,
Don't cut me off here, it's snowin'.
Soul suckin' skull for brains,
Why can't you see where you're goin'?
That's the dust of moss that'cha chokin'
When the ghost of Sean comes hauntin',
old friendsI'll make a promise to all my friends
I'll never leave this world without you
(Without you, without you)
We don't have to worry, we have this in hand
The end isn't distance, it's just a place to stay
It's just a place to stand
It's just a place to stand
Serve The ServantsTeenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-appointed judges judge
More than they have sold
If she floats than she is not
A witch like we had thought
A down payment on another
Throw The JockeyWitches pushing baby carriages,
lice under dead folks finger nails,
on the bottom of a cowboy boot,
there is shit in the grass,
a cat in a bag,
the world is bound and gagged.
Sitting at the top pf the middle class,
picking noses in traffic.