EVERY TIME I DIE – Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends,
I want to be dead with my friends.
Wide-eyed, brilliant, tie them in rags.
I want to be dead with my friends.
I want to be dead with my friends.

When the iron sharpens the iron.
When the iron sharpens the iron.
When the iron sharpens the iron.
sharpens the iron.

I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
Mother load, unforgettable end [?]
I want to be dead with my friends

Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts,
Against this, even gods fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We’re the last of the lost,
but now we’re the first of the fashionably late.

Loved ones decompose,
You’ll dance around their bones
Most of us are holy ghosts
All of us are holy ghosts
[x2]

We made the scene when we made a scene
And though it was brief, it meant everything.
Oh what a pity, now they’re bound to make us saints.
Oh what a pity, now they’re bound to make us saints.

Against this, even boys fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We’re the last of the lost,
but now we’re the first of the fashionably late.

I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave

You were all there with me
You were all there with me
You were all there with me

EVERY TIME I DIE – Typical Miracle

I need a new rock bottom. I’ve got to find a beloved back alley. I’m bored
as hell in Soddom and Eden is just another dry county. The local haunts have
been blessed, all their spirits dispossessed. Even our bed is the second best
and the end isn’t near it is now. These drugs won’t even bring me down. I wanna
dance but I don’t hear a sound. You can’t fuck when your friends are around but
my slow death drew a crowd. Can’t take two sins off of one ox. Pile them on
because she won’t spare the rod. You don’t drown faster the deeper you sink so
you best make peace and take in the sea. Nurse that stray black dog. Stay low.
Keep digging. Divine light continued to shine for so long that the battery died
and no spark can be seen in my eyes so it waved death down. The rapture came
and it went while my faith was treading cement. I’m hell bound but I’m heaven
sent so I’m lifted back into the ground. I’ve ascended back into the ground.
There was whiskey in the Devil’s blood and there was blood in my cup so I will
make me a better grave. I will find my own way.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Turtles All The Way Down

I have lived every day of my life
Thinking only of what I should think
When I read back at everything
That I have written
On how I lived my life

And in the process of doing so
I have started the chance to feel alive.
Just to stay an observer of an impartial observer.

Here I go again. I’m chasing my tail around the sun.
Standing beneath a tortoise under an elephant under the world.
The gravity of the battle means nothing to those at peace.
I can’t believe I thought my thoughts meant anything.

When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we begin.
When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we begin.
Superman. Superman. Superman.

We are starving to death on full stomachs.
Running miles, new hearts on old legs.
If I had known all the howls were false alarms,
Oh just imagine the ammo we’d save.

Here we go again.
I’ll come to your party if it goes until 4 question marks at least.
3 or less and it’s not worth my time at all.
On nights like those my absence trumps my company.

When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we begin.
When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we being.
Superman. Superman. Superman.

I truly believe I’ll be remembered and that even this sentence will be studied.
Will you think I am wise because I’m aware of that?
Or am I just killing myself before they get me?

EVERY TIME I DIE – Touch Yourself

The stand in will suffice, I suppose. A tunnel painted on a brick wall.
When the crowd arrives in droves, they don’t question the depth at all. I got a
weak heart, so I’ve heard. I wouldn’t know because it hasn’t said a word. All
these winters, not a sound. It probably never had a chance to thaw out. You
don’t touch what you want to survive, so this distance is keeping me alive
until the ones that have loved me are dead. I will hold my breath. And pray
that my aim is true. The meat sits in my blind spot. The maze around it is the
meal I want. The meat sits in my blind spot. Hallelujah, got a trophy kill.
Maybe the flesh will have its day. Maybe the meaning will not get in the way.
God saves every third person, but he won’t help us if we help ourselves I only
marvel at existence in the language existence permits. Most hearts make
terrible sounds, so I laugh. An army of images stalks the land in search of
ideas. I am struck only when I think to step back. So a stand will suffice, I
suppose. A tunnel paint on a brick wall. When the crowd arrives in droves, they
don’t question the depth at all.

EVERY TIME I DIE – The New Black

Baby you got me all wrong.
And maybe I’m not at all down and out.
I’m high and I’m in.
Don’t you know who I am.
I’m the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
When I finish struggling,
We can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator
Stuck between stories.
I always find myself in the middle of your stories.
With the cameras as a witness I will suffer.
Everything I do is wrong.
But by god I do it right.

We don’t dance no no no.
We got class.
No we don’t have any fun at all.
It’s the new style and we know it.
We’re not stunning, we’re just stunned and we’re lying for a living.
Don’t you know who I am.
I’m the real thing with low-key sensibilities.
I don’t need what I’ve got half as much as everyone covets it.
If loving me is wrong, then god damn you do it right, it turns us on to turn you down.

EVERY TIME I DIE – The Logic Of Crocodiles

I am a very important person.
I’ve acquired a genetically altered handshake capable of speeds up to 30 mph.
Hair arranged by the most advanced landscape surveillance operators our
Company can afford.
I have a very expensive pen.
I use big words quite often in substitution for semantically equivalent words.
I attribute this success to my professional demeanor and my strong stock
Portfolio.
Though it may not appear so, I am quite comfortable in my surroundings.
I have everything, let me show you around.
Smile you fucker, it’s not often you get this chance.
Love is just an exchange of corporate documents.
I’ve reviewed your rapport and I feel you’re a prospect for mechanical
Salvation.
This is a joint venture that will be mutually advantageous to both parties
Involved.
Technically this is just a business merger.
A consolidation of liquid assets.
We are respectively geared towards customer service.
There is a great possibility for corporate sponsorship if you’re willing,
I am sure we could synchronize agendas.
Swift, and efficient satisfaction.
Through innovative planning,
We could form a strong strategic partnership capable of overcoming sensitive
And adverse predicaments which will be discussed at the next goals assessment
Meeting.
Promotion possibility and additional benefits are diagrammed in my
Preliminary objective outline.
Raises are granted based on performance.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Starve An Artist, Cover Your Trash

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked. Withstanding change like a tragic
play or holy war between the sects. The carnival stands but the cities will
tend to move. Like planets around a star, or water circling the drain? Sould
less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page of the map. Avant
guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass. Still holding up the wall. Still
life. A landmark placed for the photo op. He’s got no teeth, he doesn’t bite an
empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed. Is it superior genes, or won’t
death collect such awful things? Yes it’s garbage, but does that mean that it’s
art? Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart. If you leave it hanging long
enough, someone will be amazed and just because it’s personal doesn’t mean it’s
not cliché. If it doesn’t look like something now, steal it before it does.
Avant guardian angel on the wrong page of the map. Avant guardian angel I am
heartache, let me pass I will be there to help straighten out the frame that so
proudly displays my own death certificate.

EVERY TIME I DIE – She’s My Rushmore

Cut your break lines, brake your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign.
Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.

Thank you lord:
1) for this oil slick.
2) for her car wreck.
3) for I’m lovesick.

Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when you thought we were done for.
I pulled through. While you rested your eyes in the driver seat, I sat and watched you.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Trust me.
We’ll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes till we’re over it, under it, screaming like bombs for it.
Oh dear me, I’ve done it again.

Thank you lord:
4) for the loaded gun.
5) for the bad aim.
6) for I’m lonesome.

God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.

[p.s. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.]

EVERY TIME I DIE – Revival Mode

Thanks lord, but I don’t need anymore poor advice, poor advice.

I caught in the cannon with a one way ticket.
Four riders in a town with one horse.
I wagered a sure thing,
Against what was behind the first door.
Stack the chips, ready to ride.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It’s fool-proof and it won’t do,
To make safe bets while I’m towing the line.

Thanks lord, but I don’t need anymore poor advice, poor advice.

I had a lock on a dirty little secret,
A raging bull who was fixed to fall down.
I’ve been waiting at ringside my whole life but still swinging on.

I got debts piling high.
I got addictions and ex-wives
But I’ve stayed true, so I thank you
For bearing witness while I waste my fucking life.

I’m ready to pay the judge, to pay the judge, to pay the judge now
I need to tip the scales, some sort of bribery, I’m not waiting this out.
I’m ready to pay the judge, to pay the judge, to pay the judge.
I need to grease a palm, some sort of certainty, I’m sick of waiting this out.

I should have learned a more noble craft,
Out of the library into the lab.
And “Will the machine gunner please step forth?”
There’s only room on the rescue boat,
For butchers and bakers and men with hope.
And And will machine gunners please step forth?
Will machine gunners please step forth.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow

At the bottom of the first drink I found my nerve. At the bottom of the next
one I met my girl. At the bottom of the third drink I found a fourth and at the
bottom of that one was a trojan horse that carried in demons who brought their
brides and they tempted darkness where I lost my mind. Well the fifth drink
found it and carried it home where my girl was waiting one foot out the door.
Another night spent gathering dust. Mug shot of a marble bust. Ruination leaves
the lantern lit so I know where the good lovin’ is. I used to be a goddamn
saint. I said my prayers and handled snakes until the road introduced me to
sin. I only shook hands with drink but he had friends with him. I curse the day
we raised our glass up like a bridge to let the Devil pass because he ain’t
ever left this town and only beaten and unborn are living with him now. I used
to be a holy man. “Once put an onion in a beggar’s hand.” But now I’d rather
not believe. How can a man I’ve never met be so cruel to me? At least I’m in
good company. I’ll drink to that. Dash the cup. Fifteen years has been long
enough. Put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book, page by
page. Go alone, there is your road. For once, I’m awake and I will not serve
madness. I am not the company I keep. Dash the cup. Fifteen years has been long
enough put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book, page by
page.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Off Broadway

This isn’t at all unpleasant. I’m enchanted by the lavish ballet,
And I’ll whistle the tune all the way to the gallows that I heard at the cabaret.
At the sheriff’s signal, the orchestra moves the floor.
Don’t it make you feel wonderful?
Body twisting strictly ballroom. Criminally elegant, ideal postured Viennese waltzer.
I’m dressed to kill. I’m weightless and well rehearsed.
In my godless opera my character is canonized.
Uphand me. This is a musical and nothing goes wrong.
Can’t keep the classics out of the head of the masochists. Strike up the band.
It’s 245 beats for a measure or 5 beats per 6 steps on alternating feet.
The show must go on. Never mind the teeth and fingernails, the show must go on.
I don’t feel at all like I thought I would, but I could probably go on like this forever.
Tonight, we dance, for tomorrow they release the dogs. 1,2,3. Keep it up.
1,2,3. Savor it.
(Where is my head? Where is my heart?) Everything vanishes.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Nothing Dreadful Ever Happens

Forget everything I’m about to say.
It’s important you appear startled.
I didn’t survive the crash.
This is nothing personal.
I just had to stop shaking.
I’m sorry, but I don’t feel as if I’m in any shape to comfort you.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Morphine Season

looking forward to a flatlined love affair the comfort of a dire
lovesickness I’ve come to cherish bed sores and the salt in my own tears my
beautiful affliction your kiss festers like a boil I find myself ugly in
your eyes of asylum scenery have you come to take me away take me away
darling you are a disease that spreads like sunshine the vultures make a
halo while they wait for me to die your fingers crawl like flies on peeling
flesh paralyzed you warm me in a cold sweat deadened but moving in seizures
loving in fits of disillusional blurs don’t you come near me buried above
ground and rotting you can’t take the corpse from his cold this is not a
sickness if I beg it’s an addiction throw your flowers to the fever I’m an
abscess with a heartbeat an armspan of dirty needles and a rusted peices
flowers mask the decomposing passion is watching how fast I can deteriorate
desperation is a clotting incision

EVERY TIME I DIE – Leatherneck

marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade. with a bottle and a bible the dregs are armed to the teeth.
we traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim that we were wed in the trenches while college boys pine for loveless exchange.
we carry the fragments from detonated eyes embedded under our bones.
we’ve spilled blood for the sake of fitting skin to the frame but our moneys is no good here and our memorial has veered off the road.
the locals will bury my wandering eyes at the docks of the potters field where the rifles of ranking men are equipped with 21 silencers.
at ‘em boys. give ‘er the gun
at ‘em boys. give ‘er the gun
I’m the richest man in town.
I’m the richest man in town.
faith, stand down. five your wings to the boredom that resurrected my soul.
crash the car. if the motor won’t turn over, glory be to god.
jumped from the disloyal waves back up to the bridge.
renounced the warmth of the turbulent grave.
I found blood on my lips from a covetous kiss and I hope that my home tips its glass to it.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Jimmy Tango’s Method

The amateur camera captures her motion
As perfectly as the strangle knot confine that she wears on her wrists.
The trunk preserves the new car scent of the princess skin.
Disinfectant spit adding luster to chapped lips.
If she comes to, I’ll tell er that she’s beautiful.
All these flies have gathered in admiration.
Perhaps we should offer them a new wound.
I think you’re right, this isn’t really happening.
This isn’t really happening.
Can’t get the smell out
Can’t get the mascara off the upholstery
Oh, this isn’t really happening
This isn’t really happening
Still everyone keeps laughing at me.
Oh god, this is all going to end badly.
If you don’t wake up, I’ll have to stop kissing you.
All that flailing has made you sleepy.
You rest while I untie you.
Stay here until they find you.
We’ve still got some time
Before the reverie ends.
I’ve combed my hair, brought you your Sunday dress.
Tonight we’ll magnetize the eyes of the whole town.
My hand made mannequin.
I won’t let them get you.
They’ll know you’re mine by the fingerprints on your throat.
Isn’t she lovely?
Isn’t she wonderful?
Like the whores that we are; swatting flies from the wounds we design.
This is not about fear.
Paranoia is a disease of the unarmed.
This is beauty.
A sickening concern for the transcience of flesh.
We keep our screams behind the gag,
I’ll keep my baby breath in a glad bag.

EVERY TIME I DIE – I Suck (Blood)

I’d rather beg your forgiveness
Than solicit permission
I’d rather know that it broke your heart
Than doubt that it will

Every time we divide
We put zeroes under the line
And we publish it as our proof
That nothingness is divine

I can’t find a way to grind your heart to a halt
It was probably just the wind
I don’t ruin you like I did.

I would rather be a jealous man
Than an off-duty cop
I tried to be a babe-in-arms,
Not a bull in a china shop
A sheep in wolfs clothes

I’m a hangman without a rope.
Who am I trying to kid?
I don’t ruin you like I did.

When you live your life being scared to death
Then you might as well be wounded.
If you spend your nights being short of breath
Then I’ll keep these shadows moving

(If only you could see me now.)
If you could only see me
I’ll take what I can get even if it’s restraining orders.

Hold
Your
Fire

What do you take me for?
What do you take me for?
Did you think I could garner attention with tact?
What do you take me for?

What am I trying to prove?
What have I done to you?
Left at the altar and asked for a bed.
What did I expect you to do?

Give me an audience
Black loveless eyes
I have hundreds of costumes, but not one disguise.

Places everyone
Fangs out

I’d rather beg your forgiveness
Than solicit permission
I’d rather know that it broke your heart
Than doubt that it will

I would rather be a jealous man
Than an off-duty cop
I tried to be a babe-in-arms.
Not a bull in a china shop

I will see
You in the dark
I will see
You in the dark

Castrated stranger with candy hearts.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Indian Giver

No broken hearted people, no crash, no flame, no sermon at a casket nor a
howl into the grave. Every bone was in position, every hair was in position.
Every hair was in its place. A light comes. Pulled off a dark country road. New
roman suicide note. All the way closed. So it goes. No organs to be salvaged,
no teeth to be compared, we asked for no police involvement because we knew you
weren’t there. We threw a birthday party and at the table in your chair, a
lightness. Pulled off a dark country road. New roman suicide note. All the way
closed. So it goes. As long as your name is on my list or your story written in
the choruses then true death couldn’t get you. But when its spoken for the last
time, the weight is lifted. A third eye. So I make a vow to forget you.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Holy Book Of Dilemma

Insect lust or insect love. There’s no telling them apart if you’re not a
bug. But from down here I can see the gears the guts of the watches, molecular
tiers. Now if you’re a bug in insect love then you only do things with other
bugs. But if it’s lust (and survival is a must) then the things that you do are
to other bugs. There are laws built into the nest and this is the crux of it.
But how do you apply this to the world? We are given too much room to be
expected to do only good. We are more curious than bold and we were quiet
before we went cold. Animal art or animal shit? Boot legged thoughts or
collegiate wit? It all looks the same if it ain’t holy writ. But from up here I
can see the gears, where the guts of the clocks mimic heavenly spheres. Our
mathematics and our faith are just ways of devouring space while we continue to
devolve. Separate hearts are the whole of the law.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Grudge Music

Deaf, blind granite block content to graze with familiar stock. A local
lard not an english black, we don’t venture into the fog. Homeward bound and
gagged not twenty steps from the door. Dispensable as cooks at sea or
journalists sent to war. No one found me spellbinding, no one offered me a
drink. But by crippled hands at the potters wheel, I was given shape and
insects appeal. Sent to work the graveryard shift at heaven’s JDC. A legend to
the peasants there, but lights had caught me unaware. I’ve wandered into your
graces, so how do I get out? It’s been quiet for too long, but pompous phrases
and alarms can’t help you now. And every pervert outside of every fence has had
his fill of your kids. He’s clocking out. Such indecisive crusaders. A martyr
made into a scenic blur. A lookout into a left behind. What wounded pride. No
one finds me spellbinding. No ones buying me a drink. I’ve been to the lions.
Left high and dry by the 8th circle of hell. Where are the spoils? I want the
ticker tape parade. Damn these filthy rats.

EVERY TIME I DIE – The Low Road Has No Exits

Wherever I go, there too shall be grief (my love) doting on me, tenderly.
Vacant praise for her hollow man. Such poise. What loyalty, what elegance.
Inspired lust in a languid tongue (saved love) and found me where there once
was none. So I burned the bridge she’d have taken to leave. Each one. She’s all
I have left. C’est la vie. The more it spreads the closer I come. (Better off
behind your back) where we consummate in the presence of none (dead weight
don’t wait) for the violent and endless stream (a spineless yet supporting
cast) of charmless that are harming me. From the cradle to the grave it has
been a walk of shame. What did you think that your absence could bring, old
friend? My heart, it bursts with cavities. A slur couldn’t rouse the sadness
I’ve seen look close. That beauty is life and she’s with me. Flaunted
indifference is cheap cologne. Actor, you speak of me in formal tones. To the
gutless dogs that cried mutiny know this: marooned with grief, I’m richer than
kings. From the cradle to the grave has been a walk of shame. I am dead, what
is one less worm? Seconds off of a prisoners term? This is hell. You brought a
candle to burn? I am death. And you have marked my words.