1.Constructive Summer
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Me and my friends are like
The drums on 'Lust for Life'
We pound it out on floor toms
Our Psalms are sing along songs
And this whole town is like this
And now we all haul ashes
Work at the mill until you die
Work at the mill and then you die
We're gonna build something this summer
(Gonna build something this summer)
We'll put it back together, raise up a giant ladder
With love and trust and friends and hammers
(This summer)
We're gonna lean this ladder up against the water tower
Climb up to the top and drink and talk
(This summer)
Me and my friends are like
Double whiskey, coke no ice
We drink along in double time
Might drink too much but we feel fine
We're gonna build something this summer
(Gonna build something this summer)
Summer grant us all the power
To drink on top of the water towers
With love and trust and shows all summer
(Get hammered )
Let this be my annual reminder
That we can all be something bigger
I went to your schools, I did my detention
But the walls are so gray I couldn't pay attention
I read your gospel, it moved me into tears
But I couldn't find the hate and I couldn't find the fear
I met your Savior, I knelt at his feet
And he took my ten bucks and he went down the street
I tried to believe all the things that you said
But my friends that aren't dying are already dead
Raise a toast to Saint Joe Strummer
I think he might have been our only decent teacher
Getting older only makes it harder to remember
We are our only saviors
We're gonna build something this summer
2.Sequestered In Memphis
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
It started when we were dancing
It got heavy when we got to the bathroom
We didn't go back to her place
We went to some place where she cat sits
She said, 'I know I look tired but everything's fried here in
Memphis'
Now they want to know exactly which bathroom
Dude, does it make any difference？
It can't be important
Yeah, sure I'll tell my story again
In bar light she looked alright
In daylight she looked desperate
That's alright, I was desperate too
I'm getting pretty sick of this interview
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
I think she drove a new Mustang
I guess it might be a rental
I remember she had satellite radio
I guess she seemed a bit nervous
Do you think I'm that stupid？
Oh, what the hell I'll tell my story again
In bar light she looked alright
In daylight she looked desperate
That's alright, I was desperate too
I'm getting pretty sick of this interview
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
(I went there on business)
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
(I went there on business)
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
(I went there on business)
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
(I went there on business)
Subpoenaed in Texas
Sequestered in Memphis
3.One For The Cutters
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
When there weren't any parties she'd park by the quarry
Walk into the woods until she came to a clearing
Where townies would gather and drink until blackout
Smoke cigs 'til they're sick, pack bowls and then pass out
Windows wide open to let the hard rock in
This was the rage it didn't need much convincing
The girls gave her glares, but the boys were quite pleasant
To be totally honest, they didn't seem much different
When there weren't any parties
Some time she'd party with townies
Out on the parkways, after the parties
It was always arousing when they'd rev up their engines
It's hard to describe, so she kept it a secret
The girls that she lived with, they knew nothing about it
That night with the fire and the butterfly knife
Was the first night she spent with that one guy that she liked
She gave him a ride to some kid's house in Cleveland
He stayed there for two weeks, the cops finally found him
He didn't seem that different except for the blood on his jacket
He didn't seem that different except for maybe his haircut
He didn't seem much different
They didn't seem that different up until this one little
incident
They didn't seem much different
Now the cops wanna question everyone present
They parade every townie in town to the station
But no one says nothing and they can't find the weapon
The girl takes the stand and swears she was with him
Her father's lawyers do most of the talking
She's sick of the questions, sick of the concept of justice and
fairness
Who the hell who cares who gets caught in the middle
She smokes and she ponders this riddle
When one townie falls in the forest, can anyone hear it？
When one townie falls
When one townie falls in the forest does anyone notice？
One drop of blood on immaculate Keds
Mom don't know where her girl is
Sophomore accomplice in a turtleneck sweater
Dad do you know where your kids are？
Sniffing at crystal in cute little cars
Getting nailed against dumpsters behind townie bars
It's a cute little town with streets and cafés
The fronts all seem nice, she was getting good grades
But when she came home for Christmas
She just seemed distant and different
4.Navy Sheets
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
I guess we met a couple a bonafide angels
But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued
But now we're trying to match their mouths to the screams
Match their heads to their dreams
Everybody's searching out the softest seat
All dolled up for the funeral feast
Everyone's stabbing at the biggest piece
Clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat
Now I'm not really sure we were lovers
Or if it was just some kind of car crash
And now we're trying to find a DNA match
To match their heads to their hats
Everybody's reaching for the sharpest knife
Legs wide open on the opening night
Everybody's bathing in the laser lights
Clever kids screwing with some new device
Sunday morning, sidewalks flattered
Feverish in stylish tatters
Damn, this used to seem like grammar
I remember when it mattered
Can't get over what's transpired
Left home virgins, came back vampires
Built it out like back scratched choirs
Really dead or really tired
Everybody's coming on their navy sheets
Everybody's coming on their navy sheets
Everybody wants to suck on something sweet
Everybody's coming on their navy sheets
Everybody's coming on their navy sheets
5.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
6.Yeah Sapphire
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Franz Nicolay
Yeah sapphire, I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm fried
And you gotta believe me
Yeah sapphire, if I cross myself when I come
Would you maybe receive me？
Yeah sapphire, you were feisty at first
But I broke you and I showed you the temporal
Sacramento, it swung at us first
But it ended up going down gentle
Sapphire, if Cheyenne's too small
We'll haul it all back to St. Paul
I was just about to call you
When you called
Yeah sapphire, I know the last time we touched
I came on a bit rough, please forgive me
Yeah sapphire, after you left it was a big sketchy mess
They almost killed me
Sapphire, if Cheyenne's too small
We'll haul it all back to St. Paul
I was just about to call you
When you called
Sapphire, if St. Paul don't call
We've always got Aberdeen
'Cause dreams they seem to cost money
But money costs some dreams
It went just as you predicted
I swear there must be something in your dreams
It all went down exactly like your visions
And I know you said, don't call until I'm clean
I'm not drunk, I'm cut, I'm gushing blood
And I need someone to come and pick me up
I was a skeptic at first but these miracles work
I was a skeptic at first but these miracles work
I was a skeptic at first but these miracles work
I was a skeptic at first but these miracles work
7.Both Crosses
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
She says sometimes she sees these things
Right before they're happening
Hail Mary full of grace
Some nights she swears she feels her face
She's known a couple boys that died
And two of them were crucified
And the last one had enlightened eyes
But the first guy he was Jesus Christ
Hey Judas, I know you made a grave mistake
Hey Peter, you've been pretty sweet since Easter break
Now she's four a.m. and she's wide awake
She's shivering and smiling
Let's clutch and kiss and sing and shake
And now let's try to levitate
You Catholic girls you stop much too late
Baby, let's transverberate
Baby, let's transverberate
Baby, let's transverberate
And she saw all the footage right before it got cut
And she saw all the bodies and she saw the blood
She saw the angel put a sword in his side
And baby that's how we got canonized
She saw him gushing blood right before it got cut
She saw him put a body in a bag in the trunk
She saw the guys coming in from the sides
And baby that's how we get energized
She said, you know I'm down to pay for it
She said, just grab me some indulgences
'Cause I've been mostly dying
And I've been mostly coughing
And I've been mostly crying
And I've been thinking 'bout both crosses
She saw the film right before it came out
And at first she thought Judas might go for the mouth
And she saw the nails and she saw the hands
She saw the crowd and she heard the band
And the new kid begged them not to do it
And Jesus just said, â½Hey, I still love you Judasâ
Since you've been up in Massachusetts
I've been dreaming about dos cruses
And I've been thinking about both crosses
And I've been dreaming about dos cruses
Yeah, I've been thinking about both crosses
8.Stay Positive
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
I've got a lot of old friends that are getting back and touching
It's a pretty good feeling, yeah it feels pretty good
I get a lot of double takes when I'm coming round the corners
And it's mostly pretty nice, yeah it's mostly pretty alright
'Cause most kids give me credit for being down with it
When it was back in the day back when things were way different
When the youth of today and the early seven seconds
Taught me some of life's most valuable lessons
There's gonna come a time when the scene'll seem less sunny
though
Probably get druggy and the kids will seem too skinny
There's gonna come a time when she's gonna have to go
With who ever's gonna get her the highest
There's gonna come a time when the true scene leaders
Will forget where they differ and get big picture
'Cause the kids at the shows, they'll have kids of their own
And the sing along songs will be our scriptures
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
We gotta stay positive
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
We gotta stay positive
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
We gotta stay positive
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
We gotta stay positive
When the chaperon crowned us the king and the queen
I knew that we'd arrived at a unified scene
And all those little lambs from my dreams
Well, they were there too
'Cause it's one thing to start it with a positive jam
And it's another thing to see it on through
And we couldn't have even done this
If it wasn't for you
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
We gotta stay positive
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
We gotta stay positive
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
We gotta stay positive
Whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho, whoa, ho, ho
9.Magazines
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Franz Nicolay
She's always funny in the morning
She isn't always funny in the night
Once she gets a couple of drinks in
She's probably gonna tell you
You ain't doing anything right
And then you'll roll your eyes
And then you'll probably fight
She's made of tricks and adorations
She gets pretty wasted at the celebrations
Benefits and the building dedications
It's always sunny in the morning
Sucks around the ending of the night
When she storms out of the restaurant
I think you're supposed to chase her to the lights
One boy hits her like a tambourine
The other dissing me on her message machine
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
One boy calls while the other texts
She's got boys on board and boys on deck
Second dates and lipstick tissues
New York is pretty heavy
But girl, I hope it doesn't crush you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
Second dates and lipstick tissues
New York is pretty heavy
Girl, I hope it doesn't crush you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
10.Joke About Jamaica
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
They used to think it was so cute
When she said, 'Dyer Maker'
All the boys knew it was a joke about Jamaica
She'd always find a ride back home from the bar
She used to feel so stupid when they'd talk about the music
Born into every single tune
They used to hum against her lips with their hands on her hips
They used to kiss in the car
Dancing days, houses of the holy
Hotshot in the city in the middle of the prairie
Flirting with the boys with all her charms
But first they laugh, then they eyes then the touch 'em on the
arm's
And the drinks, they never seem to cost money
And Saturday night was a runway
That extended into Sunday and sometimes Monday
Back then it was beautiful, the boys were sweet and musical
The laser lights looked mystical, messed up stuff felt magical
Girls didn't seem so difficult, boys didn't seem so typical
It was warm and white and wonderful, we were all invincible
Tired eyes, trampled under foot
Dazed and confused, c-c-cocaine blues
She hasn't got any eye contact tonight
The boys are getting younger and the bands are getting louder
And the new girls are coming up like some white unopened flowers
She's pretty sure that that's where their power is
Back then it was unified, the punks, the skins, the greaser guys
Then one summer, two kids died and one of them was crucified
Now it's so competitive, the sleeplessness and sedatives
I know it sounds repetitive, every show can't be a benefit
We were kids in the crowd now we're dogs in this war
We were wasps with new wings, now we're bugs in the jar
We were hot, soft and pure, now we're scratched up in scars
We were counting cards, now we eat in our cars
The boys in the band they know they'll never be stars
Back then they were quite convinced, firing and sickering
The front row girls were posturing, we were all imagining
And man, we had some massive nights
Some bashes and some bloody fights back before those two kids
died
11.Slapped Actress
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler
Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision
Don't tell my family they're all wicked strict Christian
Don't tell the hangers on, don't tell your friends
Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again
Don't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted
Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us
Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins
Don't tell them, Ybor City almost killed us again
We are the theater, they are the people
Dressed up to be seated, looking upwards and dreaming
We're the projectors, we're hosting the screening
We're dust in the spotlights, we're just kinda floating
Don't drop little hints, I don't want them to guess
Don't mention Tampa, they'll just know all the rest
Don't mention bloodshed, don't tell them it hurts
Don't say we saw angels, they'll take us straight to the church
They queue up for tickets to see the performance
They push to get closer looking upwards with wonder
We are the actors, the cameras are rolling
I'll be Ben Gazarra, you'll be Gena Rowlands
Sometimes actresses get slapped
Sometimes actresses get slapped
Sometimes fake fights turn out bad
Sometimes actresses get slapped
Some nights making it look real
Might end up with someone hurt
Some nights it's just entertainment
And some other nights it's worse
They come in for the beating, sit in stadium seating
They're holding their hands out for the body and blood now
We're the directors, our hands will hold steady
I'll be John Cassavetes, let me know when you're ready
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Man, we make our own movies
Man, we make our own movies
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Man, we make our own movies
Man, we make our own movies
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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