1. |
Candles
03:47
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We thought it'd be easy
Just flash our guns and leave
Oh God, was I surprised
When he pulled a gun on me
I didn't even think
Just let it all ring out
Two shots, two bodies drop
And then I heard you shout
Now there's blood on the gas station floor
Jeff went to the register
without a second thought
I pulled your writhing body
into the parking lot
We all got in the truck
and I stared around
Your chorus was a gentle,
glorious sound
And now there's blood all over the floor
Back at your apartment
Jeff covered you up
with toilet paper gauze
and prayer of good luck
We kept a vigil
like waiting for Christ
Three days of death
for forty days of life
Oh but you laid so perfectly still
on the couch all day
Pale and sweat like candles
burning away
And now there's blood on your living room floor
And now there's blood on your carpeted floor
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2. |
Our Bodies are the Enemy
03:17
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The sun is killing everything
but its safe inside
You burst in through the doorway
holding cold white wine
There's sweat hanging from the bottle
but it won't keep out the heat
you wipe away the sweat
from your sunburnt cheek
There's something in the air
I can feel it when your breathe
But I don't know what it is
And I don't know what it means
You slam the door behind you
Toss the bottle on the couch
Grab the whisky from the kitchen
Undo a button on your blouse
You don't pull back any punches
rip the cork out with your knife
You've never looked more beautiful
in your goddamn life
Put the bad day's behind us
with better days in store
but our bodies are the enemy
and tonight we're going to war
We drink like vampires
hungry for blood
I try to reclaim that lost sense of love
You pass out drunk
at two AM
and I try to hold you in my arms again
I try to go to sleep
but my head begins to spin
morning comes to our house
and the light comes pouring in
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Spiders
03:10
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The spiders that live in my brain
are constantly plotting against me
They will not rest until
they've devoured every inch of my body
The will crawl all over my skull
They will inject me with their venom
I will spit at you and
Wallow in what I've become
And I know well that I am afraid
Of everything that surrounds me
I will not rest until I've
thrown it all into the sea
***
And I wanna believe
I wanna believe
I wanna believe that
Some day I will get better
I wanna believe
that it doesn't have to be this way
I wanna believe
I'll get better someday
***
So I will raise these crows
To peck out my eyes
I want em to get in there
and eat me alive
And get all of the spiders
out of my mind
**
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4. |
The King of Lean Cuisine
03:25
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I got a job at the grocery store
Working the back til half past four
When the trash goes out
They'll throw away anything
That's two days from expiring
I will take what's good to eat
***
But tonight
We will feast like kings
And no one in my domain
Will ever want for anything
Will ever be hungry again
***
We are a pathetic lot
Scrounging through dumpsters in the parking lot
With treasure in our thoughts
We come home with empty hands
And organs taking hostages, giving their demands
For cabinets full of medication
For cabinets full of medicine
***
By the shelter of night
By the light of the moon
Frozen dinners like manna from heaven
Waiting
For you
For you
***
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Levees Chicago, Illinois
Levees is songs for agoraphobic vampires (they/he)
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