Dead End Stories Lyrics
ANOTHER DEAD END STORY
it’s been a long time coming and it’s finally come to this
you win some you loose some it’s hit or miss
with the shadow of failure my back bears the burden for it all
I’m just like the rest and part of the problem
(chorus)
well I’m always on the wrong streets -- another dead end story
the cars never they never stop for me -- another dead end story
biding my time my time to strike -- another dead end story
I’ve been down for the count but I always come back for more
I’m picking myself off the floor
I’ve been marked by the bruises of a bullet that never leaves me dead
so I can suffer the pain over again
(chorus)
well it’s always the wrong time wrong place -- another dead end story
the right names but the wrong streets -- another dead end story
its the same old useless news to me -- another dead end story
MONEY IN THE BANK
from the suburbs to the piers I found an anchor to hold me here
a slice of the rich upper crust all the while maintaining their trust
the indignities of the poor and the social elite
I suffer each and every day as I count what I’ve taken
(chorus)
they trust me with every dime
and even pay me for my time
as the cars keep rolling in
I thank God for an easy way out
a way they know nothing about
as the cars keep rolling in
a punk is what they see they’ll never relate to me
I don’t care for the finer things and I sure don’t need them
the smug upper class looking to write off one more tax
they’re going nowhere fast as I take their hard earned cash
(repeat Chorus)
THEY'LL NEVER CALL IT QUITS
it started back in Point Richmond a consorted effort
they’d all pitched in for a boat that would never float
three months working for what’s right they’d sleep in the
galley in the night it was all for one and one for all
and at four a.m. their day would start all over again
and still they’d never call it quits
they’ll never call it quits
never would say die
they’ll never call it quits
bonded by their pride
they’ll never call it quits
or so the story went
they’ll never call it quits
friends since birth it had to work but the boat still sits
there in the dirt with an old blue tarp as a makeshift roof
freezing it rained all day and all their work went done in vain
so they all spilt up and went their separate ways
and at four a.m. they left to never be seen again they took
the first bus out of Point Richmond
they finally called it quits
broken in the night
they finally called it quits
for the rest of their lives
they finally called it quits
or so the story went
they finally called it quits
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ONE IN THE SAME
what’s out there for the kids today
a set of rules for the majority
they’ll roll you off the assembly line
stamp you number fifty-nine
(chorus)
were one one in the same
one in the same
as you
one in the same
the same as you
were one one
in the same one in the same
as you one in the same
the same as you
they say son if you want to succeed
join the ranks with your college degree
success isn’t all it’s said to be
your worth makes up our inequality
who said a roof aint good enough
open up your eyes call their bluff
when you’re gone and in your plot
they’re lining up to take your spot
(repeat chorus)
STUCK IN THE AVENUES
standing on the corner stuck in the avenues
waiting for a ride as the fog rolls in
he’s got his leather jacket zipped up tight
(it’s Friday night and the bus is running late)
it’s been three months and he’s finally lost all hope
when he looks to his left and she is calling him back for more
(it’s Friday night and the bus is running late)
it’s the same old thing in the morning and everyday
trying to get out of the avenues if he can only find his way
(it’s Friday night and the bus is running late)
the road to his home has never looked so far away
he’ll never make it past the bus stop where he’s destined to always be
(it’s Friday night and the bus is running late)
(chorus)
well he dreams of a life of comfort and for the friends of yesterday
for the tide to take the accidents and make them distant memories
all he wants is the life that until now he’s been denied
so he waits for another time.
ANOTHER TIME
back when they were young they lived in another time
where the grided streets were as far as their world stretched
and with every passing night mommy tucked her boys in tight
they were old enough old enough to know
there has to be some way some answer or some mistake
she was too young too young to leave her boys
and with every passing day they watched and shared in her pain
she wouldn’t live to see her sons grow old
four years down the road the brothers split up on their own
still having trouble but getting along
and with every passing day they drift further and further away
she was too young too young to leave her boys mommy.........
FATE AT FOURTEEN
they said you’ll grow up someday soon enough
the days gonna come when you put in your nine to five
just like the next man
they said your friends will be fly by nights
so decide your fate at fourteen
all of them live someone else’s dream to be sold
they all look down their nose on me
like I’m below them all of them
said to go nowhere is a disease
so decide you’re running out of time
(chorus)
that’s what they always used to say
to me and you when we dream of a different day
the voices were there to remind us
that we’re getting old and our worst fears
were right all along
they said you’d grow up someday soon enough
the days gonna come when you put in your nine to five
just like the next man
all of them said to go nowhere is a disease
so decide your fate at fourteen.
DOWN THE BLOCK
Scotty’s mind is made up he’s finally had enough of running
he aint getting pushed around Scotty says he’ll go down swingin’
he’s come too far to quit just a couple more blocks
the wait will finally be over it’s all come down to this
to take back what’s rightfully his
(chorus)
I can see him down the block
with clinched fists and his mind made up
I can see the look in his eyes and feel the rage in his veins
and this time the blood wont be his
he’ll take that pride back that he’s missed
he don’t feel pain no he don’t no more
Scotty he’d forgot he forgot about the cops
the charge is aggravated assault now he’s serving two to four behind bars
and when he thinks back to the day there’s a crooked smile
played across his face as he says to himself
out loud no one is gonna push me around.....
(repeat chorus)
BIG TIME
It’s Sunday night in the city and his flat tops done just right
Below The Drop is on the stereo he’ll meet the stiffs for a drinking night
it’s quarter past eight and he’s never been late
for a bottle with his name on it so it’s into the car and
down to the bar where he buys the first round for the boys
(chorus)
well he’s headed to the Mad Dog
where he’s looking for a skinhead girl
he’ll take what he can it’s the story of a man
and the life of a drunken fool
you never know who he’ll meet
I’ve seen him dancing in the street
and next Sunday he’ll be coming back for more
he worked his way through the slaughterhouse
and through the years that he’d rather forget
he holds true to the friends that he left behind
and to the boys that he just met
it’s quarter past eight and he’s never been late
for a bottle with his name on it so it’s into the car and
down to the bar where he buys the first round for the boys
(repeat chorus)
you’re bound to see him someday between
the city and the streets of VA
so when you do don’t be fooled by the story
the story of a drunken fool.
THREE STRIKES
Well they locked him up
seventeen years for a crime
it all began when he did
what he had to get by
all alone all he had were
his friends and the streets
a life of crime became all
he’d ever need
(chorus)
well they say three strikes and you’re out
it’s you they care nothing about
when all you got is these four walls they say
three strikes and you’re out
a kid growing up stealing cars
was a way to kill time
the deeper he sand trouble
he was sure to find
a forty-five in his hand he’s
ready to settle the score
shots rang out he’ll spend
the rest of his life behind bars
(repeat chorus)
BACK THEN
you used to be a lot of things but what are you doing now
do you still rely on days gone by the past is said and done
we’ve heard the same old story time and time again
built on your reputation of being a punk back then
back then
you used to be a punk back then
is it the praise that they would sing or is there more to be made
for the glory or the fame or for the friends that you made
hanging around for the last of it all a dead man is bound to float
you used to be a lot of things time and time again
back then.
DOWNTOWN LIGHTS
he left for the stars on the streets with six strings
a song in his head and three chords in his heart
well they all gave him six months at most
he’d be right back right back at home
(chorus)
but his names in the marquis lights tonight Hollywood
the kid with a one track mind born to lose
rock bottom couldn’t hold him to his fate’s own making
he stands alone with a bottle far far from home
ten years later he wakes up there’s a new face on TV
he’s got a job as an extra and a guitar with two strings
anything he’s ever wanted has eluded him in the end
he aint done no he aint done
he left for the stars on the streets
for home he’d need some time on his own
but he’d never forget those same three chords
he’ll be back just like before
(repeat chorus)
