- updated 06.28.06 (band contact)
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EXCITED
you're getting married in the church
just like mom and dad
I'm glad I never wanted
I'm glad I never had
your sense of how you're special
that god is loving you
that's why you don't examine
the hateful things you do
when was the last time you were excited
got up, got out, did something new
when was the last time you did anything
something true
the odds are in your favor
your situation's good
you're worshiping your savior
in a nice white neighborhood
I know you're a good person
I know that you're smart too
if we would join our forces
the things that we could do
when was the last time you were excited
got up, got out, did something new
when was the last time you did anything
and did it true
you're getting married in the church
just like dad and mom
I'm glad that you are happy
but I'm glad I wrote this song
I wish you were all here right now
a family sing-along
I know I'm probably right
I hope to god I'm wrong.
YOU'RE DONE
I can remember when
your passion burned like a flame
now all that's left is
just a pile of cinder and ash
"fuck the world" is your motto
to wear on your sleeve
you've just become a
another waste if my time
you need to stop your whining
about the way things used to be
crying in your beer
how you have no peer
you've traded your ideals
for a life of bitterness
you've dwindled down to nothing
I think back and remember the way you used to play
it's so hard to believe something chased you all away
I still see you around sometimes but you're not the same
and I can't help but thinking
you're done
BACK THERE AGAIN
why can't I be back there again
dreams unspoken, felt with passion, seeing an old friend
and so we flew
by the seat of our pants
we were listening to blatz
"tonight we're gonna fuck shit up
what did they put in your drink chuck?"
it's a race against the daylight will we get there on time
riding on the train with you and I knew we'd be alright
GETTING OLD
I know you're miserable, I know things are bad,
I know you never meant to hurt all the people you've hurt this year.
'cause you're known for your wit,
but I know that you're weary now.
I'm no stranger to being the asshole I know.
never seen anyone chase their tale like you before
but I've learned from my mistakes
I like to think so anyway
you're testing our limits
will you push us a little too far?
you're testing our limits
will you push us right over the edge?
I don't know how much longer I could still call you a friend
how much more are we supposed to take?
how many hearts can one person break?
you're getting old but not growing up
I DON'T HATE YOU
I'm sorry if I fucked you
I didn't, mean to
sometimes we
unintentionally
are fucking assholes
and I've tried to kill the jerk that lives deep inside of me
could we maybe place the blame on hypersensitivity
'cause I'm not dark
I'm not mysterious
no evil genius
look at me
how could I possibly be
intimidating
its like I stabbed you in the back and now you want a piece of me
and I'd let you cut me back if that's the way it has to be
looking back on what you've done, it doesn't seem so much fun now
and on and on and on
truth may be we stay the same
and yet we still grow
most likely I'll think you're lame
you'll think me shallow
we have to end this grudge before it kills the both of us
I've never seen to adults make such a fucking fuss over nothing
I don't hate you
USELESS AND EDUCATED
all the beautiful girls from high school have beer guts now
all the guys I knew back then are still trying to fuck all the girls
from high school
all the squandered chances,
dashed hopes and second glances,
your posturing, your stances
oh the chains of culture
they're what keep us on a narrow path with narrow minds
I really wish you would just try I'm not satisfied with your progress
but I'm not much better.
I'm a college graduate, I do a/v work now
don't feel like I've accomplished shit, my parents are still proud of it.
now that I've got my degree in anthropology
everyday is still a struggle, I can't seem to break free
from the chains of culture
they're what keep me on a narrow path with a narrow mind
I really wish I would just try
I'm unsatisfied with my progress
rendering me absolutely
useless and educated
I'm so useless and educated
I never thought that I would be as frustrated as this
I've had a hard time and I just can't believe it
no one ever told me I could fail
I didn't know
and now I'm all dressed up with no where to go
in the universe
at the university
life's just a scramble towards modernity
LIES
creation
7 nights
salvation
Jesus Christ
we took part in your anecdotes and fairytales
I've been known to fib but your lies are on a different scale
all the lies that come out of our mouths
they're the same as all the lies we've swallowed
curse of ham
the lost tribes
silent night
and the end of time
we took part in your anecdotes and fairytales
I've been known to fib but your lies are on a different scale
all the lies that come out of our mouths
they're the same as all the lies we've swallowed.
THIS IS NOT A GAME
it seemed so harmless
but the fact remains
it's undeniable
it decorated our decay
we fight back like we've done so many time before
but there's things too painful to ignore
and it's not a game
yet we play
these stubborn sores won't go away.
i keep telling myself time and time and time again
we won't break and we won't bend
we fight back
we're inevitable like that
it's not a game
yet we play
these stubborn sores get in the way
they're wounds suffered in a war that we have not won.
NO WIN
now you've cut your tooth
a foot caught in the landslide
all the while you're running from a lie
faux intention fallen by the wayside
and you're stumbling in the dark
fingers slipping towards regret
i haven't killed you yet but my hand in on the fret
fingers flushed white, holding on so tight
i haven't killed you yet.
if i leave town it's coming with me
in this no win situation
so i put on a show though i know you won't follow
THE GHOSTWOOD DOES IT AGAIN
kept alive by the beat and strum
deliverence would always come
these tattered shoes have been well worn
the sun will sleep and the son's reborn
i spent a lot of time just thinking
i like how we have changed
but our painful past comes suddenly and peaks his head around again
we have been broken
we can take this beating too
just mix my self-loathing wretchedness with my contempt for you
kept alive by the beat and strum
we were not done but you've reemerged
young one, what are you doing here?