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I’m 17, coked up and speeding
And I cannot swear that this is actually happening
Collecting names scrawled out on paper napkins
And confusing love with squalid, base attraction
I’m 21 and she’s called the cops to take me
As I weep my eyes bone dry in the back of a taxi
I’m so convinced that now it’s finally too late
Disembodied, friction based, toothless in an empty face

And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating in the dark.
And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving sunken chest.
'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in..
And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain,

When I'm dead, I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead, I'll rest, I'll rest
Admit it, you lecherous douche!

You were listening to my band in 2004 though you claim you were reared on the stooges
Your entire facade is a line that you feed to anorexic actresses
Who would have laughed at your jacked-up Navajo haircut, less than a decade ago
Don't wanna hear about how the latest Rihanna single is a post-modern masterpiece

Staring out the window of our tour bus
And it's just the horny driver and us
Sitting and trade wit and smoke and we cuss
Talking bout our friendly border drug bust
And I know the future's cloudy and gray
Record like mine, give up go gay
You're looking down at me with blue and black eyes
Pissing down a storm from purple night skies.

When I watch you, I wanna do you right where you're standing (yeah)
Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view (oh yeah)
Of the whole ghetto. The boots stomp meadows, but we ignore that (yeah)
You're lovely, baby. This war is crazy. I won't let you down (Oh no no)

No, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no no, oh no, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
Hell no no.

Thank God I don’t think out loud
Too many thoughts in my head right now
Mostly concerning the moonlight
And it’s dance across your neck
I’m out of practice…and you smell like roses.

I’m the mortal soldier Your Queen of Hearts
All I want is to show you how your nothing

Baby girl, I'm a blur
I spoiled, stunted, sickened her.
God and Death are none of my concern
No, philosopher.
Deep in your heart, stitched the key
And only one can set me free from the beast
where I dwell and let the saints all burn in hell.

One, two, three, four and five
Blood ran cold, but I’m comin’ alive
One, two, three, four and five
Blood ran cold, but I’m comin’ alive

I once courted a boy
He looked a lot like me
But his eyelids were destroyed

There's a cemetery deep below the sea
There is spaces reserved for fools like me
Tried to kill myself at least a dozen times
But nothing seemed to turn out right

Now I'd rather wait a half a century
Soiling the bed belligerent and wrinkly
Even when I go blind and lose my mind

Life is not a spark in space
An episode of will and grace
Controversial yet mundane
Debra s messing with your brain

Even scientologists know there s more to all of this
Search the ruins for trapped doors
Wonder what you re put here for

In my dreams we fly away from all the palm trees of this place and the smell of its decay
I can taste the clouds and my wings can carry me to your window
Where you will hold me in your arms and kiss me softly as you stroke my cheek
And say “Oh my angel, you hold my heart, I’ve been dreaming of you like you have me
Can you touch my skin and lay your kisses on my cheeks
And to Manhattan sweep me away?”
No more, no less
In pools of water after all the rain has left I see your gaze

Laid out, puking in the back of a fancy bar
You and your friends in the front booth
Laughing at my sweet naivety and its awkward gravity
Three years, saw the decimation of the world in you

Messiah complex led a fickle flu
To see its antidote and end in you
And now I'm gonna leave you

I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks
Now it's shitty, shoddy cheap
Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat
While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need:
Sex fiends with a vacant dream, a tattoo of a soul
And the words you said, still ringing in my head
Wonder where the love they stole is hiding

I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am.
When you leave for good will I be forgiven?
And If you want roses you can go buy a bouquet.
If that just won't cut it, well what can I say?

You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it's all for you.

Take this pen to paper,
like a virgin enthralled by the danger.
Poetry was never this real to me.
When I was too far gone to save her.

Oh Lordy!
The sun is coming up!
A marshmallow into a cloud!

If I was a fly
And I had a day left ‘til I die
I would lay down ‘til tomorrow
You’re clipping my wings
I try to win you back with all my words that you know mean nothing
You could have believed in me
You could have believed in me
And I saw a tear on a rose and I swept it off for you

This song is called,
"It's a metaphor, fool."

Sixteen names on my list
but none of them could ever get me hot like this.
(YEAH!!!)
Got your scars on my wrist,
you're safe inside my fist.

Never thought that I could feel
Such a slap in the face
Since my semester in New York
Where I drink it away
Social strategys are taught to bohemian crowds
And my love was like a food stamp, handing it out.
oh.

here are babies with guns beheading their friends
in shopping malls around the world
yet somehow the kings of leon
still have time to write songs about girls
i don't suck much less
at least those dudes have no illusions of angst and hopelessness
and if i claim revolutionary or i give to charity
they'll all know it's a plea for someone like me

There's something in the way you people smell,
Like you've got no soul at all,
Fingers crawling with ringworm,
Your sneer's a mating call,
To lure in others of your breed,
Spread that smug and slimy seed,
Borrow quotes from the culture,
Crowded like weeds.

I can feel it
I can taste it
I can make it
Say you will!

In this dream I have I'm staring off a balcony, to an open wound
Where all the suckers who have wronged me will be marching off
To their impending doom

Sometimes I feel a baby nipping softly at my heel
A reminder of how fat and scared you love to make me feel
A curse of such a fetching fraud without a soul to speak
Inspired thirty songs I could have written in my sleep
You snort a line of syphilis and run the marathon
Your mentally deficient friends just ask you what you're on
I may be shy and not reply to your scathing review
But I'd rather subsist on venom, than abstain with you

They take advantage of him all of the time
Their fingers rape his cavities
Probing for a hidden cliché
He's a fruit that got in gravity's way
He's the first to tell you he's full of shit
Like that's half a compliment for men
Though he's waking up in puddles of piss
He marinates his metaphors in them

hey keep collapsing
And every thread they weave is just a ball of twine
So whittle away, the picket sharp to spine
They keep collapsing

I think that I’ll evolve over the course of just a track
Not because I really need to, but because Mom encouraged that
An ambition built for Bono until contrition countered fact

I have this sketchy past
Yet I have she'd my wings
Cold turkey now
Hanging by a heartstring
Dangle over her
Above a pulsing bar
She tries to catch my eye
Her gaze is deafening

It's too much to do on my own,
My friends I need you now.
I'm sorry that I wrecked that tour for us,
Drugs, left me freaking out on the bus.
Snapping into Slim Jims,
out to save some souls.
If I can't do my job,
my god, what am I even here for.

Is this what you wanted?
Did you get what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Did you get what you

You’re hard tonight
The teeming life of those excusing cocaine use on Thursday nights
Explodes from bars into swerving cars

It's the last time I'll fight the wrongs, I'll sing about the girls who left me
The last great punk rock song before I unspike my hair and carry on
And I will wail about anarchy, drums will blare in rhythmic harmony
Anti establishment just gets me nowhere fast
And it's the last great time I'll try
Please give me a reason not to cry
And it's the last great punk rock song
I hope you'll listen to me when I won't carry on

And if I could swim
I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating
in the dark.
And if I was blessed
I walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving
Sunken chest.

All the words in my mouth
that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out
banded together to form a makeshift militia
and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.
I stood proud in the gallery
With my open socket of a mouth for them to see.
They all just laughed and said
"That boy, he, that boy's got woe. Woe.

If I die and go to hell real soon,
it will appear to me as this room.
And for eternity I'd lay in bed
in my boxers, half stoned,
with the pillow under my head.

I'd be chatting on the interweb;
maggots pray upon the living dead.

if i die and go to hell real soon
it will appear to me as this room
and for eternity i'd lay in bed
in my boxers, half stoned
with a pillow under my head

i'd be chatting on the inter-web
maggots prey upon the living dead

Don't care what you think, you think I care.
(You humans can't see what pretty music came to be.)
I see where you stand, I'm standing here.
(So count the fuse flaming with me- 1, 2, 3!)

(Yeah!) You won't be stopping me yet.
(Yeah!) You won't be stopping me yet.
(Yeah!) Thought I was covered in sweat,