1.Spectres
projectionists and publicists, athletes and comedians
photographers and columnists, subscribers and enthusiasts
participants and spectators, the ragers and the clever kids
we're all actors and actresses
i want to thank you all for having me
a special thanks to the academy
for birthing me and blessing me
with this fantastic opportunity
to let the light shine down on me
now let us grieve for dead celebrities
we know them all from all the magazines
we photograph the carcasses, we hang them up on canvasses
we're all actors and actresses
maybe our anxiety
lives in the spaces in between
who we really are
and what we want to be
and the things that we let other people see
when all we really want
is to be in magazines
found dead on dirty mattresses, bleeding through the bandages
cops are surveying the damages and sending out for sandwiches
they photographed the carcasses and hang them up on canvasses
we're all actors and actresses
i guess we all got pretty close
i guess we all got pretty close
i guess we all got pretty close to the roles we chose to play
i guess we all got pretty close, i swear i saw him right by 7a
we see our friends six pages and right behind the president
(we're actors and we're actresses)
the office girls are awful with their take on what went wrong
with him
(we're actors and we're actresses)
they're covering the carcass, they're bleeding and remembering
(we're actors and we're actresses)
we're all actors and actresses, we're all actors and actresses
(we're actors and we're actresses)
2.Intro
3.Stuck Between Stations
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right
Boys and girls in America they have such a sad time together
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup's straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations
Dependent, undisciplined and sleeping late
She was a really cool kisser
And she wasn't all that strict of a Christian
She was a damn good dancer
But she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
She likes the warm feeling
But she's tired of all the dehydration
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it's like it's stuck between stations on the radio
The devil and John Berryman, they took a walk together
And they ended up on Washington talking to the river
He said, â½I've surrounded myself with doctors and deep
thinkers
But big heads with soft bodies make for lousy loversâ
There was that night that we thought that John Berryman could
fly
But he didn't so he died
She said, â½You're pretty good with words but words won't save
your lifeâ
And they didn't so he died
And he was drunk and exhausted
But he was critically acclaimed and respected
He loved the Golden Gophers
But he hated all the drawn out winters
He likes the warm feeling
But he's tired of all the dehydration
And most nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had total retention
Well, these Twin Cities kisses, they sound like clicks and
hisses
We all come down and drown in the Mississippi river
We drink and we dry up
And now we crumble into dust
We get wet, we corrode
And now we're covered up in rust
We drink and we dry up
And now we crumble into dust
We get wet, we corrode
And now we're covered up in rust
She was a really cool kisser
And she wasn't all that strict of a Christian
She was a damn good dancer
But she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
He likes the warm feeling
But he's tired of all the dehydration
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it's like it's stuck between stations
Well, these Twin Cities kisses, they sound like clicks and
hisses
We all come down and drown
4.The Swish
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills
We spent the night, last night in Beverly Hills
This chick she looked just like Beverly Sills
We got killed
Tights and skirts, baby, skirts and tights
We used to shake it up in Shaker Heights
This chick she looked just like a Patty Smyth
She seemed shaky but nice
She said, 'My name is Rick Danko, baby, people call me one-hour
photo
I've got some hazardous chemicals, so drive around to the
window'
She said, 'My name is Robbie Robertson but people call me Robo'
I blew red, white and blue right into a tissue
I came right over the counter just to kiss you
I came right over the counter just to kiss you
Ginger and Jack and four or five feminax, psycho eyes
And a stovepipe hat
A ray of light inside white, rayon slacks, we got cracked
Shoes and socks, baby, socks and shoes
We spent the night last night in Newport news
This chick she looked just like Elizabeth Shue, we got bruised
She said, 'My name's Steve Perry, baby, people call me Circuit
City
I'm so well connected, my UPC is dialed into the system
She said, 'My name's Neil Schon but people call me Nina Simone
Some people call me Andre Cymone
I've survived the 80's one time already and I don't recall it
all that fondly
The Hold Steady
It was a blockbuster summer
Moving pictures got us through to September
They made a movie about me and you
And they made it half nude and half true
It was a bloodsucking summer
I spent half the time trying to get paid from our savior
Swishing though the city center
I did a couple favors for these guys who looked like Tuscan
Raiders
5.Chips Ahoy!
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
She put 900 dollars on the fifth horse in the sixth race
I think his name was Chips Ahoy!
Came in six lengths ahead
We spent the whole next week getting high
At first I thought that she hit
On some tip that she got from some other boy
We were overjoyed
I got a girl and she don't have to work
She can tell which horse is gonna finish in first
Some nights the painkillers make
The pain even worse
Came in six lengths ahead
We spent the whole next week getting high
I love this girl but
I can't tell when she's having a good time
How am I supposed to know that you're high
If you won't let me touch you？
How am I supposed to know that you're high
If you won't even dance？
How am I supposed to know that you're high
If you won't let me touch you？
How am I supposed to know that you're high
If you won't even dance？
She's hard on the heart and she's soft to the touch
And she gets migraine headaches when she does it too much
And she always does it too much
How am I supposed to know that you're high
If you won't let me touch you？
How am I supposed to know that you're high
If you won't even dance？
How am I supposed to know that you're high
If you won't let me touch you？
How am I supposed to know that you're high
If you won't even dance？
And you won't even dance
6.Massive Nights
The guys are feeling good about their liquor run
the girls are kinda flirting with the setting sun
we all kind of fumbled through the jitter bug
we were all powered up on some new upper drug
and everything was partying
everyone was pretty
and everyone was coming towards the center of the city
the dancefloor was crowded, the bathrooms were worse
we kissed in your car and we drank from your purse
i had my mouth on her nose when the chaperon said we were
dancing too close
we had some massive nights
we got the songs just right
and all i want is time
yea your friends are pretty cool and my friends were acting cool
there weren't any fights
there's usually one or two
some guys they get a little bit uptight
some girls they got something to prove
we had some massive highs
we had some crushing lows
we had some lusty little crushes
we had those all-ages hardcore matinée shows
and i was down on my knees when the chaperon said that it was
time for me to leave
we had some massive nights
every song was right
and all i wanted was time
yea your friends are pretty cool and my friends were acting cool
there weren't any fights
there's usually one or two
some guys they get a little bit uptight
some girls they got something to prove
we had some massive nights
there were some massive nights
we had some massive nights
every song was right
and all i wanted was time
yea your friends are pretty cool and my friends were acting cool
she had a gun in her mouth
and she was shootin' up at her dreams
when the chaperon said that we'd been crowned
the king and the queen
7.Ask Her For Adderall
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
If she asks don't, I'll tell her that I'm living hand to mouth
Don't tell her that I'm sleeping on your couch
And if she asks, just tell her that we opened for the Stones
It's her favorite band except for the Ramones
And if she happens to suggest a love based on trust and respect
Tell I've been wasted since last week
And if she wants to stop on by tell her that I almost died
Tell her I ain't seeing people yet, yeah but ask her to send
cigarettes
And if she calls don't tell her 'bout the bloodshed in the
streets
The less she knows the less she can repeat
If she happens to bring up the pin pricks and the throwin' up
Tell her it's just part of growin' up
If she wants to get involved tell her to stay in St. Paul
Tell her I ain't up for taking calls but ask her for some
Adderall
Yeah 'cause we're gonna have to focus
If we're gonna fight this we gotta stay tenacious
If she asks just tell her that we're too far gone to deal
She should know exactly how that feels
And if she wants a scene report don't tell her 'bout the kicked
in doors
Tell her they ain't even keeping score no more
And if she wants to help the cause tell her we need tape and
gauze
Tell her she should look through all her medicine
To see if she's got Klonopin
'Cause I got all this anxiety, yeah I'm afraid she won't get
high with me
I got all this anxiety
8.Barfruit Blues
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Kids with broken hearts
And kids with broken bones
Kids with kidney stones
Giving birth to bloody stereos
Systems are all dripping wet
With gristle piss and swizzle sticks
Mary's got a bloody nose
From sniffing margarita mix
She licked her lower lip
And then she kissed that hallelujah chick
She came off kind of spicy
But she tasted like those pickle chips
We thought she was a dancer
But her steps they made the records skip
She came off kind of crunchy
But she went down like a chicken strip
Dripping wet with the special sauce
She had a confidence smile
And a nervous cough and we got off
She said it's good to see you back in a bar band, baby
I said it's great to see you're still in the bars
She said it's good to see you back in a bar band, baby
I said it's great to see you're still in the bars
Went down with a tallboy cans
And he woke up in a cargo van
Went down with the girls gone wild
And he woke up with the middle man
Went down with like fourteen bucks
And woke up with like sixteen grand
Went down with some crust punk junk
And woke up with a straight edge band
That's not how he planned it
Holly can't speak
She don't feel all that sweet
About the places
She sometimes has to go to get some sleep
She said I'm sorry, people think I'm pretty
These clever kids are killing me
For one they ain't that clever
Number two, it really sucks
When you get stuck here with these trevors
This was supposed to be a party
Half the crowd is calling out for born to run
And the other half is calling out for born to lose
Baby, we were born to choose
We got the last call bar band really, really, really big
decision blues
We were born to bruise, we were born to bruise
9.Same Kooks
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
They found me in a florist, I was fried and out of focus
And I was kicking it with chemists
The scratches on my back, they formed into a choir
And belted out a chorus
There were clicks and hisses and complicated kisses
Gideon's got a pipe made from a Pringle's can
Hey hey providence
You gotta fall in love with whoever you can
The sheets stain but the sins wash away
Naked bodies in the Narragansett Bay
Same kooks don't shoot but they sure do sniff
Same kooks can't fly 'cause their wings are clipped
Same kooks can't come but they sure do kiss
Making love to the girls with the wrapped up wrists
The Lord takes away and the Lord delivers
Washed it all off in the Mississippi river
We slept it off in the matinees
We rip it up just like the razor blades
Now we just need something to celebrate
I wanna open some bottles up
Getting tired
Of all these Styrofoam coffee cups
She said it's hard to feel holy when you can't get clean
Now she's bumping up against the washing machines
She said it's hard to slow down when you're picking up speed
It was those two same kooks
From that one stupid photo shoot
It was those two same kooks
From that one stupid photo shoot
10.You Gotta Dance
say a prayer for the cityscape skins. half are getting sprung
and half are going back in.
there ain't no getting thru to gideon. he lost his mind when
they jumped him in.
say a prayer for sweet charlemange. he had the pigs at the door.
he put the drugs down the drain.
he's gonna have to come up with seven grand some other way.
the gangster disciples knocked me off of my bicycle. it was
midnite down by selby ＆ griggs.
i shouldn't have gone down there but it was too late to switch.
you gotta dance with who you came with.
you gotta go with what got you there.
i came with chipped teeth and some bleached blonde hair.
you gotta make due with what they gave to you. they took ten bux
and my tennis shoes.
so say a prayer for the boys in the band. i was out of my head
so it was out of my hands.
white wine and some tallboy cans. they powered up and they
proceeded to jam man.
hit it again on the south side of the gym and my one friend got
two girls in a twist. i got stuck with some priss that went and
sliced up her wrists. but you know you gotta dance with who you
came to the dance with.
11.You Can Make Him Like You
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
You don't have to deal with the dealers
Let your boyfriend deal with the dealers
It only gets inconvenient
When you wanna get high alone
You don't have to know how to get home
Let your boyfriend tell the driver the best way to go
It only gets kind of weird
When you wanna go home alone
You don't have to know the inspiring people
Let your boyfriend know the inspiring people
You can hang in the kitchen
Talk about the stars and the upcoming sequel
If you get tired of your boyfriend's things
There's always other boys, there's always other boyfriends
If you get tired of your boyfriend's scene
There's always other scenes, there's always other boyfriends
You don't have to deal with the dealers
Let your boyfriend deal with the dealers
It only gets inconvenient
When you wanna get high alone
You don't have to go to the right kind of schools
Let your boyfriend come from the right kind of schools
You can wear his old sweatshirt
You can cover yourself like a bruise
And if you get tired of your boyfriend's things
There's always other boys, there's always other boyfriends
If you get tired of your football friends
There's always other boys, there's always other boyfriends
If you get tired of the car he drives
There's always other boys, you can make him like you
If you get tired of the music he likes
There's always other boys, and you can make him like you
They say you don't have a problem
Until you start to do it alone
They say you don't have a problem
Until you start bringing it home
They say you don't have a problem
Until you start sleeping alone
There's always other boys, there's always other boyfriends
There's always other boys, and you can make him like you
There's always other boys, there's always other boyfriends
There's always other boys, you can make him like you
There's always other boys, there's always other boyfriends
There's always other boys, you can make him like you
There's always other boys, there's always other boyfriends
There's always other boys, you can make him like you
12.Your Little Hoodrat Friend
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick
But after I get sick I just get sad
'Cause it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken
And always being both must be a drag
She's been calling me again
And she's been calling me again
Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again
And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin
Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings
She says it hurts but it's worth it
Tiny little text etched into her neck it said
'Jesus lived and died for all your sins'
She's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back
It said, 'Damn right, I'll rise again'
Yeah, damn right, you'll rise again, damn right, you'll rise
again
And I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration park
And I've been plastered
I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront
church
And I've been plowed
But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend
Your little hoodrat friend got me high though
We were seventeen and stuck up in Osseo
She said it's funny, even true love gets troubled by still water
And washed up in the Mississippi river
Her claddagh ring was pointed at the people
She said, 'St. Theresa came to me in dreams'
She said, 'I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you
I'm kinda saving myself for the scene'
And I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration park
And I've been plastered
I've been shaking hard and searching in the dirty storefront
church
And I've been plowed
Well, I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend
She said City Center used to be the center of the scene
Now City Center's over, no one really goes there
Then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge
Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop
There were just way too many kids
I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind
I got punctured
I got stopped by the cops, they found it in my socks
And I got probed
But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend
13.Southtown Girls
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Take Lyndale to the horizon
Take Nicollet out to the ocean
Take Penn Ave out to the 494
Meet me right in front of the fabric store
Don't look me in the eye, look over at the theater
I'm a little bit surprised, you didn't tell me there'd be three
of you
Hey Bloomington, what'd you let them do to you？
Now I think they're almost through with you
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Take Lyndale back to the southside
Take Nicollet up to the Vietnamese
Take Penn ave back up to the northside
Take Lowery east to the quarry
Meet me right in front of the rainbow foods
I got a brown paper bag and black buckle shoes
And if anything seems weird then just cruise
Meet me right in front of the party city, yeah
That two sided tape it gets way too sticky
I got a bad case of noisemaker blues
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
Southtown girls won't blow you away
But you know that they'll stay
14.Citrus
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Hey citrus, hey liquor
I love it when you touch each other
Hey whiskey, hey ginger
I come to you with rigid fingers
I see Judas in the hard eyes of the boys working the corners
I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers
Hey barroom, hey tavern
I find hope in all the souls you gather
Hey citrus, hey liquor
I love it when we come together
I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers
I feel Judas in the long odds of the rackets on the corners
I feel Jesus in the tenderness of honest nervous lovers
I feel Judas in the pistols and the pagers that come with all
the powders
Lost in fog and love and faithless fear
I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere
Lost in fog and love and faithless fear
I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere
Lost in fog and love and faithless fear
I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere
Lost in fog and love and faithless fear
I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere
15.First Night
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
Charlemagne shakes in the streets
Gideon makes love to the suites
And Holly's not invincible, in fact she's in the hospital
Not far from that bar where we met on that first night
Charlemagne pulls street corner scams
Gideon's got a pipe made from a Pringle's can
Holly's insatiable, she still looks incredible
But she don't look like that same girl we met on that first
night
She was golden with bar light and beer
On that first night she slept like she'd never been scared
And then last night
She said words alone never could save us
And then last night
She cried and she told us about Jesus
Holly's inconsolable, unhinged and uncontrollable
'Cause we can't get as high as we got on that first night
Boys and girls in America
Boys and girls in America
Boys and girls in America
Boys and girls in America
Boys and girls in America
Don't bother talking to the guys with the hot soft eyes
(Boys and girls in America)
You know they're already taken
(Boys and girls in America)
Don't even speak to all those sequencer and beats boys
(Boys and girls in America)
When they kiss they spit white noise
(White noise)
When they kiss they spit white noise
(White noise)
When they kiss they spit white noise
(White noise)
When they kiss they spit white noise
(White noise)
When they kiss they spit white noise
(White noise)
When they kiss they spit white noise
(White noise)
When they kiss they spit white noise
(White noise)
When they kiss they spit white noise
16.Girls Like Status
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
He's drawn out in the dark, up in Penetration Park
He says he's got your medication
And she was sitting on the edges of his vision
Trying to start a revolution
But he's done with all the parties
He's covered in contusions
Your life leaves life lines
Your rug leaves bright bruises
She said she was cruising
But she came back, all proud and out of focus
With a cool car
Drank and broke us
Guys go for looks, girls go for status
There are so many nights
When this is just how it happens
Guys go for looks, girls go for status
He was dreadlocked in the dorms, in the Colorado corn
He says he's got your vegetation
And she was sitting on the edge of the bed
Smoking, trying to reach emancipation
And he's done with DVDs, he's fully entertained
He's bleaching out the blood stains, he's got diamonds in the
drain
She said that she was coming but she wasn't
Just made hard fast noises, it kinda sounded like the locusts
Guys go for looks, girls go for status
There are so many nights
When this is just how it happens
Guys go for looks, girls go for status
It was song number three on John's last CD
Gonna make it through this year if it kills me
And it almost killed me
You want the scars but you don't want the war
That's just hardcore, these kids are clever to the core
17.Killer Parties
Lyricist：Craig Finn
If they ask about Charlemagne
Be polite and say something vague
Like another lover lost to the restaurant raids
If they ask, why we left in the first place
Say we were young and we were so in love
And I guess we just needed space
We've heard about this place they called the United States
And we found out Virginia really is for the lovers
Philly, full of friendly friends that will love you like a
brother
Pensacola parties hard with poppers, pills and pepsi
Ybor city is tres speedy but they throw such killer parties
Killer parties almost killed me, killer parties almost killed me
And if she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied
I really don't remember, I remember we departed from our bodies
We woke up in Ybor city
If she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied
And I really don't remember, I remember we departed from our
bodies
And we woke up in Ybor city
If she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied
And I really don't remember, I remember we departed from our
bodies
And we woke up in Ybor city
18.Two Handed Handshake
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Franz Nicolay
His two handed handshake
Says he's so glad to meet you
His one silver earring
Says he parties on weekends
He churns through the channels
When he's watching the TV
He recites lines from movies
When he's trying to be funny
Guys, it's like we're not even trying
Yeah, she danced with that one guy
She must know we're watching
It seems like less people
Than were here just last weekend
She's still pretty pissed
About her ex's new trick
There were stares
And glares and names
Girls, you know you're not really helping
I don't think that you'll find love
In some bathroom at some club
I know some kids who didn't come back
We're pirates at port
We go in and we get high
Two at a time
We get drunk on the sports
We're falling into bed
With our television sets
We're watching movies
That we've already seen
Guys, it's like we're not even trying
You dress like contestants
At some disparate pageant
You fall asleep in your makeup
You wake up with a blemish
You're making up your mind
About the drinks after work
It's such a goss at the office
Girls, you're gonna find someone
You don't have to rush it
You're too young to force your crushes
You don't have to rush it
You're too young to fake your crushes, ooh
Guys, I'm pretty sure that we can put it back together
And girls, you gotta try to be nice to one another
Guys, I'm pretty sure that we can put it back together
And girls, you gotta try to be nice to one another
I don't think we'll get the truth
From kids with stickers on their boots
I know some kids who didn't come back
From the plywood painted black
We gotta try a little harder
We gotta be a little better
We gotta pull it back together
19.40 Bucks
40 bucks and her favorite band,
She stayed out too late again.
The band's back in Birmingham.
She didn't go to work again.
She's always been a pretty big fan.
Certain songs get scratched right in.
When morning comes round again,
The sadness crashes down and she said,
When he first came on to me it sounded kinda like a symphony.
It was hearts and horns and winds and warm and wet.
This morning when the band left town it bummed me out like a
birthday clown,
A whole lotta drinks and a little bit of slight of hand.
40 bucks and her favorite band.
Her mother loves the seventies,
The leather vests and the Dungarees.
Her bio-dad played bass guitar
In a five-piece out of Wichita.
They had a little local hit.
You can find it on the internet.
They made her on the night they met
In a motel made of cigarettes.
She's never even met the dude but she heard the song and it was
pretty cool.
A sad, slow waltz about a pure and simple love.
There are days when she gets fatigued, she's pretty old for this
music scene.
And our dreams sing-a-long to the music of our youth.
40 bucks and her favorite groups.
She doesn't really do it much
But she could probably get some party stuff.
She doesn't really do it much
But she could probably get some party stuff.
She says she doesn't know the guy but she's pretty sure he'd
stop by.
She barely even knows the dude but he's come around for some
other group.
And when he finally calls her back she says, Guys let me cover
this.
I know you don't make much money yet, I know it mostly goes to
cigarettes.'
Last night's conquest wasn't all that famous yet, Two twenties
from her dresser while she slept.
And then he left.
20.Cheyenne Sunrise
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
When I left I wasn't thinking
That I wasn't coming home
But first Al Green and then Barry White
Convinced me not to go
And I didn't come home for fighting
I came to bandage up my hand
And if you're gonna talk to me like that
Then I'll just go back out again
Wipe that chip right off your shoulder
We ain't getting any younger
Some things are getting bigger
Some things are falling off
Some things they seem much harder
Some other things stay soft
We're tipping over in the taprooms
We're shooting through the ceiling
We're dying in the bathrooms
And we're living for that one sweet fleeting feeling
I know my cough sounds awful
Some nights it hurts a bit to breathe
But I'm glad it's just my body
I do my business on the street
We ain't getting any younger
Tomorrow night, we'll be that much older
Some kids are growing awkward
And some kids are going off
We're fingering the punch bowl
We're feeding from the trough
There's nothing quite like a Cheyenne sunrise
To make us has-beens feel too old
I'm with the Christian soldiers
We're gonna bash right through your borders
I bet your next party gets sketchy
I saw the new kids nodding off
Some things are getting bigger
Some things are falling off
Some things seem much harder
Some other things stay soft
21.Lord, I'm Discouraged
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Lord, I'm discouraged
The circles have sucked in her eyes
Lord, I'm discouraged
Her new friends have shadowed her life
Lord, I'm discouraged
She ain't come out dancing for some time
And I'm trying to light candles
But they burn down to nothing
And she keeps coming up with
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
There's a house on the south side
Where she stays in for days at a time
I know I'm no angel, I ain't been bad that way
Can't you hear her, she's that sweet missing songbird？
When the choir sings on Sundays and I'm almost busted
But I bought back the jewelery she sold
And I come to your altar and then there's just nothing
And she keeps insisting the sutures and bruises are none of my
business
She says that she's sick but she won't get specific
The sutures and bruises are none of my business
This guy from the north side comes down to visits
His visits, they only take five or six minutes
Lord, I'm sorry to question your wisdom
But my faith has been wavering
Won't you show me a sign
And let me know that you're listening？
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half truths and fortified wine
I know it's unlikely she'll ever be mine
So I mostly just pray she don't die
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