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Lets play guess the lyrics for each page ill put up and you win a prize...un grande priza! "wink wink" "nudge nudge"
1. staring at a ghost across a table set for two,
this is the last call before the credits roll.
the charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol.
it's so seductive.
filtered through tobacco haze.
it's so fucking intoxicating,
the way they glimmer through the grain and make dysfunction such a fashion.
jimmy stewart suicidal sex appeal.
the alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic.
stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline,
making james dean speeches to an empty room.
audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray
with a note scrawled on a napkin saying "this is glamour".
this is where hollywood cues the delusion
that everything looked this blue through sinatra's eyes.
what america needs is another worthwhile overdose.
2.On the surface where we fought
Thats where your insides rot
So with a blow to your bow, take on water
A diver descends
Hey, did no one tell you?
Sunken ships belong underwater
In their slow descent to the ocean floor
They are so quickly forgotten
So as you disapear into the night time waters
How many will you take with you?
So when your insides rot
A diver dscends in pursuit of riches
As he drifts along your bow
He will laugh at the gaping void
That was the cause of your demise
He will enter to find there is no treasure here
Just a hollow mass of waste and death
Take on water
We knew you didn't have it in you
(to sail among the ships)
3.
In the middle of a gun fight
In the center of a restaurant
They say, "come with your arms raised high!"
Well they're never gonna get me
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life will never be the same
On your mother's eyes say a prayer
Say a prayer
[Chorus:]
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just human as god had made us
Well I can't, well I can't
Too much, too late and just not enough of us
Paying more for your dying wish
I kiss your lips again
We lost three of the cards, and the checkers are lost
My cellmate is a killer, he made me do push-ups
Well nobody cares if you're losing yourself
Am I losing myself? I miss my mom
Give me the chair, a lethal injection
A swing from the rope if you dare
But nobody knows, imma drop my soap
[Chorus:]
Now, well I cant
And I don't know
How we're just human as god had made us
Well I cant, well I cant
Too much, too late and just not enough of us
Paying more for your dying wish
I kiss your lips again
To your room
What they ask of you
Will make you want to sit
So long
But I dont remember
Why remember?
Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I wont go down by myself
But ill go down with my friends
Now now now now. now now now. now now now
1. staring at a ghost across a table set for two,
this is the last call before the credits roll.
the charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol.
it's so seductive.
filtered through tobacco haze.
it's so fucking intoxicating,
the way they glimmer through the grain and make dysfunction such a fashion.
jimmy stewart suicidal sex appeal.
the alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic.
stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline,
making james dean speeches to an empty room.
audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray
with a note scrawled on a napkin saying "this is glamour".
this is where hollywood cues the delusion
that everything looked this blue through sinatra's eyes.
what america needs is another worthwhile overdose.
2.On the surface where we fought
Thats where your insides rot
So with a blow to your bow, take on water
A diver descends
Hey, did no one tell you?
Sunken ships belong underwater
In their slow descent to the ocean floor
They are so quickly forgotten
So as you disapear into the night time waters
How many will you take with you?
So when your insides rot
A diver dscends in pursuit of riches
As he drifts along your bow
He will laugh at the gaping void
That was the cause of your demise
He will enter to find there is no treasure here
Just a hollow mass of waste and death
Take on water
We knew you didn't have it in you
(to sail among the ships)
3.
In the middle of a gun fight
In the center of a restaurant
They say, "come with your arms raised high!"
Well they're never gonna get me
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life will never be the same
On your mother's eyes say a prayer
Say a prayer
[Chorus:]
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just human as god had made us
Well I can't, well I can't
Too much, too late and just not enough of us
Paying more for your dying wish
I kiss your lips again
We lost three of the cards, and the checkers are lost
My cellmate is a killer, he made me do push-ups
Well nobody cares if you're losing yourself
Am I losing myself? I miss my mom
Give me the chair, a lethal injection
A swing from the rope if you dare
But nobody knows, imma drop my soap
[Chorus:]
Now, well I cant
And I don't know
How we're just human as god had made us
Well I cant, well I cant
Too much, too late and just not enough of us
Paying more for your dying wish
I kiss your lips again
To your room
What they ask of you
Will make you want to sit
So long
But I dont remember
Why remember?
Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I wont go down by myself
But ill go down with my friends
Now now now now. now now now. now now now