Grudge Music
Every Time I Die * Track #12 On Ex Lives
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Album Ex Lives
- #1Underwater Bimbos from Outer Space
Every Time I Die
- #2Holy Book of Dilemma
Every Time I Die
- #3A Wild, Shameless Plain
Every Time I Die
- #4Typical Miracle
Every Time I Die
- #5I Suck (Blood)
Every Time I Die
- #6Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow
Every Time I Die
- #7The Low Road Has No Exits
Every Time I Die
- #8Revival Mode
Every Time I Die & John Christ
- #9Drag King
Every Time I Die
- #10Touch Yourself
Every Time I Die
- #11Indian Giver
Every Time I Die
- #12Grudge Music
Every Time I Die
- #13Business Casualty
Every Time I Die
- #14Starve an Artist, Cover Your Trash
Every Time I Die
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Deaf, blind granite block
Content to graze with familiar stock
Local lard, not an English black
We don't venture into the fog
Homeward bound and gagged not twenty steps from the door
Dispensable as cooks at sea or journalists sent to war
No one found me spellbinding
No one offered me a drink
But by crippled hands at the potters wheel
I was given shape and sex appeal
Sent to work the graveyard shift at Heaven's JDC
Legend to the peasants there
Lights had caught me unaware
I've wandered into your graces
So how do I get out?
I want out
I want out
I want out
It's been quiet for too long
But pompous phrases and alarms can't help you now
And every pervert outside of every fence
Has had his fill of your kids, he's clocking out
Such indecisive crusaders
A martyr made into a scenic blur
Lookout into a left behind, what wounded pride
No one finds me spellbinding
No one's buying me a drink
I've been fed to the lions
Left high and dry by the eighth circle of Hell
Where are the spoils?
I want the ticker tape parade
Damn these filthy rats