Last Word Spoken Lyrics
THE OLD SONGS
Cheated out of eighteen years Jimmy swore this time he knew his fears hey
Jimmy what you gave us would only forge your soul
well we’re all the rights
and victims in you heart
well we’re all the rights
and victims in your heart
well a toast to all your new found friends the young urban Americans hey
Jimmy where’s the old songs have you forgot the words
well we’re all the rights
and victims in your heart
well we’re all the rights
and victims in your heart
one lonely September night with a bottle of cheap red wine a couple of
cigarettes Jimmy died all alone did you hear the old songs or had the faces
grown so cold could you see us one last time or had it been that long the
old songs are dancing in our heads now and the pictures of the best days
gone by the old songs are dancing in our heads now and the pictures of the
best days gone by well we’re all the rights well we’re all the rights.
NO CONTROLLING
Are you all alone serving time at the hand of someone else and over time have
the walls sealed you in with no choice and no control your broken will succeeds in
the end
locked away in a brick shit house for what
I’ll bet a couple miles separates you from the friends you used to know from
the life that you so carelessly let go
with no choice and no control your broken will succeeds in the end
locked away from your life all alone
no controlling (5x)
no control no controlling (5x)
no control no controlling (5x)
no control
BOOTLEGGER'S SON (probably wrong)
Well John hailed from the streets of Brooklyn, Where he spent his early years, he drove trucks during the prohibition ease his family's fears, Well john hailed from the streets of brooklyn where he spent his early years, he drove trucks during the prohibition to ease his family's fears ?????????????????????????????????????
CHORUS: Well it's the story, story of poor john, he's gone and suffered his father's fate, the fate of a bootlegger's son, the legacy forges on, it's the story of poor john, ??????????????????????????????
Well john hailed from the streets of frisco, not so long ago? he's the fourth generation of the family tree and his fate's already been told, he work's all day, just like old ways, to suit his family's need, he's father to his kids a husband to his wife and the last of the dying breed. CHORUS It's the story, story, the story of poor john.
ANOTHER NIGHT
Last night I found the answers at the bottom of my drink
surrounded by all the on goings of the hapless and the meek
and when I can’t feel no more my answers take me to the door
with self-inflicted wounds a lifetime spent here-to-fore
holding knives in the hopes of cutting some more
another night another line broken
another lie in the air amidst us
another night another lie goes on unending
last night on my way home they were calling me out on the streets
rubbing salt in the wounds I’d left from the fisticuffs with me
and when I can’t feel no more my anger take me to the door
with hate down in my veins a lifetime spent here-to-fore
a lonely soul in decay and in search for the end.
another night another line broken
another lie in the air amidst us
another night another lie goes on unending
another night another line broken
another lie in the air amidst us
another night another lie goes on unending
ALL YOUR FRIENDS
I could try all I want but still not break free
crucified to the masses in accordance to conformity
not the pain nor the heartache burn me in the end
it’s all of the years I’ve wasted
so let the friends that used to be friends
cast the first stones at my head
aint no use in defending myself they’ve spoken for me
not the faces nor the friends lost burn me in the end
it’s all of the years I’ve wasted
it’s all the years I’ve wasted
they all like the night that’s when they like to come look for me
firing shots in the darkness with no identity
not the pain nor the heartache burn me in the end
its all of the years I’ve wasted.
it’s all the time I’ve spent wondering
it’s all of the years I’ve wasted
it’s all the years I’ve wasted.
UNTIL NOW
I think the year was 1995 and so the story begins
we played our hearts out for nobody never could quite fathom
all the antics the descension the upset and despair
holding us fast playing through the years
that’s why we’d always say it’d be a waste of time
but we had nothing better to do
spurn me the idleness is everything and more
a couple of shows a couple of weeks at most we could never ignore
how the hours the days the weeks and years
could fuck us for so long
we didn’t’ really quite care didn’t care what happened
that’s why we’d always say it’d be a waste of time
but we had nothing better to do
that’s why we’d always say it’d be a waste of time
but we had nothing better to do
well the hours the days the weeks the years
could change our lives for good
well the hours the days the weeks the years
could change our lives for good.
LONELY ROAD
I’ve known it for quite some time
they’re gonna come save me put me
in the schools to learn
to be just like them
to drive a steady life
investments and a job
to choose my own path picked for me
when all I wanted was my own novelty
I fought them all for the lonely road nowhere
for the right to something I can call my own in the end
the distance that I’ve covered stretches miles even overseas
playing to the sound of my own beat
even breaking my own empty promises
they seldom ever call but I see them now and then
always asking me if I need anything
yeah all I want is a ride downtown
I fought them all I don't need none of them
the lonely road to nowhere is my own in the end
well now they’re holding me so I can see that condescending
look at me that pointed finger saying I told you so
your luck has run out with nothing to show
but pocket change from your coming of age
old stories of the lonely road to nowhere
JOIN THE RANKS
Join the ranks join the fight here we all are united in a plight
for doing what you wanna do
let the truth be told they’re made from the mold
tied down against their will what do they know
I’ll tell you nothing
Join the ranks up with the strife because you’re in the days where youth wins
the fight fuck what they’re telling you
you aint like them could you ever be one
you’re a problem and a nowhere what do they know
exactly what they’ve been told
Join the ranks join the fight here we all are united in a plight
for doing what you wanna do
you aint like them could you ever be one
you’re a problem and a nowhere what do they know
exactly what they’ve been told.
TUNE OF THE LEISURE PACE
From down the block they came marching to the beat
handing out trouble to the unsuspecting lot forming up lines
they’re all out tonight here they come through younger eyes
another day in the life just idles by
the fool’s paradise smiling on them tonight
when the lights went down they were always ready
for the action playing down front
until life killed the boys at the leisure pace
for the long ride one more time one more time
through a day earns an honest wage
for rules followed in tune to the artificial lights
closing up shop they’re all off tonight here they come
through weary eyes another day in the life just
idles by the fools paradise leaning on them tonight
when the lights went down they were always ready
for the action playing down front
until time killed the boys at the leisure pace
for the long ride one more time
hey the days have slipped it seems to the half
seas over their dreams
but they still keep coming to a different place
for the long ride one more time.
LOOMING DISASTER
More than I’d like to admit I find myself leaning towards a stint
of violence to bring some kind of rest
I’m running down the nameless faces laughing
at me forcing my own hand
it’s out there waiting for me
outside not far away still baiting at me begging me to fight
and at the end of the night I’m no worse for the wear
with no end in sight
outside it’s still empty waiting
There’s blood being drawn tonight
and in my own home it started a fight
with an old friend a familiar face
it’s winning now got me guessing
laughing at me forcing my own hand
it’s out there waiting for me
outside not far away
still baiting at me begging me to fight
and at the end of the night I’m no worse for the wear
with no end in sight
outside it’s still empty waiting (repeat)
RED LIGHT'S TINGE
A picture fills this lonely scene
devoid of answers coming to me
will you do that, that dance for me
you’ve never looked better under red light’s tinge
fading in and out my misery falls to
the wayside of confusion
she can dance with me
at length she said she’d be
my new things at times
she always said she’d be
the etched in number scribbled on my wall
feeds my head with an itch to call you over
for that dance with me
from across the room that shameless stare that slow
striptease and that heated air
find it’s mark under red lights
she can dance with me
at length she said she’d be
my new things at
times she always said she’d be (repeat)
LAST WORD SPOKEN
Tonight has finished me off again I can't keep up with them
I never hear anything anyway but your last words spoken ringing in my head
say good-bye your touch bleeds no more
these days are a far cry from where we've been
so I'll be seeing you
Today is the first day it's looked good from up here
on my own island in the sun until those gray lit skies and chorus of laughs
all come back all come down on me nothing more familiar than tomorrow's
disease your last words spoken echoed in the wind
say good-bye your touch bleeds no more
these days are a far cry from where we've been
I'll be seeing you...
say good-bye your touch bleeds no more
these days are a far cry from where we've been
I'll be seeing you...
it all comes back all comes down on me
nothing more familiar than tomorrow and
the thought of you.
THE HOLIDAYS
Don't rememeber much these days, all I know is what i've been told, lateley everything seems to fall on deaf ears, didn't know you were gone, to live was too late, CHORUS:and if it all? it all ain't my fault, I take the consiquence? for the holidays, give me one more shot, ??????????a way back to your heart, Don't remember much these days, only us, when you were just 19, lateley everything seems so fucked up, didn't know you were gone to live was too late CHORUSx2
