All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense
Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But he couldn't sleep at night For fear that she in a stupor
So you wanted to take a break Slow it down some and have some space Fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back, you bitch I want my money
Everyone gather 'round now, sing us a song Just in case by tomorrow it happens he is gone For two weeks and seven days, our fair foreign friend I have
6 a.m. day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold, car seat is freezing The world is sleeping, I am numb An' up the stairs
Well, he shouted out his last word And he stumbled through the yard And she shattered her last China plate And spun off in the car When he lunched onto
I said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say, so I will take it back And all the dishes intact let them be broken Broken It's easy to be,
What I've kept with me and what I've thrown away Know where the hell I've ended up on this glary random day Where the things I really cared about, just
unhappiness That's alright, I guess I've got this great idea Why don't we pitch it to the Franklin fucking Mint? Fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom Singing whatever and ever Amen
, I swear I'll say I'll say Amen, Amen With the dawn the love began again Amen, Amen What is done and yet to come, Amen Amen, Amen Amen, Amen
my life without you? Amen omen, will I see your face again? Amen omen, can I find the place within? Amen omen, will I see your face again? Amen omen
Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, we could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition too I'd end my days with you in
Without a sound I took her down And dressed in red and blue I squeezed, imaginary wedding gown That you can't wear in front of me A kiss goodbye, your
It's just a holiday for you Another holiday for you Let them inject you, inject you freely The sores of truth repriged Truth mended with the razors-deny
Hit back burn black Turned off naked in belief Unjust and unheard My eyes have never seen Wanna get it gonna give it to you You got a lesson got a lesson
It's the money disguised in the blink of their eyes Blurring the minds of the fallen Teachin' the crime, teachin' the blind These are the cunts on a street
[originally recorded by teenage jesus and the jerks, Lyrics by lydia lunch] The leaves are dead The door's always closed The garbage screams at my feet
California's bleeding California's dunes California's bleeding California's dunes I've never seen anything like it before 'Cause you don't 'use it' it