Sing It Again

A town of disrespect The trains are wrecked The night is younger then us Nowhere is anywhere else You keep to yourself Stirring the dregs where I have laid The exit signs are flashing Dead ends they won't come to life anymore I pledge the rest I should have guessed Your love was hanging by threads Tongues tied under the moon, My love is a room of broken bottles And tangled webs The misers wind their minds Like clocks that grind their gears On and on And if itís meant Some accident Some coincidence Crumbs fall out of the sky When you wander by The dust clouds blow Nobodyís home Oh won't you lay my bags Upon on the funeral fire and sing it again Oh won't you lay my bags Upon on the funeral fire and sing it again Static It's so easy to laugh at yourself And all those jokes Have already been written Seems like another vain attempt To let yourself fall out of the oven Holy mountains They look so tired And it's a perfect day To lock yourself inside Who you fooling' with the fools are right It's the same thing But it's almost as different Hard to tell when it pacifies your mind Leaves you stranded with a broken engine Lazy desert looks so mangled Let me drown in a convalescent bliss Get up from your bed of rest Been a long time since you've lived But the static in your mind Leaves you hollow and unkind With a shock electric wave Turns you on You've been flunked out Of the devils house Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive Some distortion that's never been known On the treadmill You've been running' forever Holy mountains, they look so tired And it's a perfect day To lock yourself inside Be gone

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