Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hangman, artist - Ceschi. Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hangman |
| Hang in there hangman |
| Swinging from a gallows pole |
| That dust from your bones |
| Will help the flowers grow |
| Try to die with a smile on |
| Your final fighting defiant song |
| Long gone |
| Are the worshiping fans and entourage |
| Messiahs lost |
| In a corporate sanctioned holocaust |
| Falling off |
| Is more than slipping from buildings or rocks |
| We’ll remember the classic records forever |
| Those moments before hopelessness choked your focus and left you severed |
| We can smell the death of winter |
| It burns out our nostril hairs |
| And tosses the frail |
| Fossils from here |
| Dropping entrails |
| Over yellow brick roads |
| That are now covered in piss |
| Not gold |
| Riddled with potholes |
| So rot slow |
| With the rest of the apostles |
| God knows |
| What the world could have been with you |
| Before the mighty monster chewed your sinews |
| And spit you into |
| Something so cynical and simple |
| There is a terror that plagues the bearers of veins barren of blood |
| But for the bitter fetor of liquid love |
| Oh child, undone, your time has come |
| In absolute awe, we stared as you fastened on to your fears fearlessly |
| Peering into the mirror, then crafting songs from your experiences there |
| Such searing sermons on the self, delivered from an impermanent pulpit |
| Built of heartwreck, regret, sex, bourbon, and bullshit |
| The crashing down was catastrophic |
| The sadness sounded from some seven hundred thousand heartbeats halting |
| Oh, entire cities retired to pity this liars departure |
| The fires it sparked were but sires to quiet hearths where aspiring authors |
| made i and irony mired martyrs |
| Sirens sang from the swells, secrets you swore you’d never tell |
| A closed casket to cloak your gross cadaver, bloated, throat, rope ravaged |
| Your rigor mortise riddled corpse. |
| this empty shell |
| They teach us pull ourselves together in a game of hangman |
| Firing blanks and empty the clip now hang in the balancing act — uality |
| That the honor we have is not about us but the collars we sla — shhhh |
| …And there’s a hush over the crowd |
| Hanging heads holding the crowns unload silver cloaking the clouds |
| While clothes make the mantra affix ya face to waistband |
| Take chance, risk inconsiderate vowels (vows) |
| Line your liner notes by the throat, cause this is a noun |
| Win lose or draw, go through withdrawals, perform to your credit |
| Be deified by the palindrome at the speed of life by pawning your ethics |
| Rise or fall in this life sentence by applied grammar |
| Talk is cheap til they hang on your every word like sky banners |
| Give it up for once last time |
| Yes, one last hurrah |
| One final round of applause before our hero dissolves |
| And when the clock hit ten |
| There was no opening act |
| No one to heighten impact |
| The stage was fully intact |
| For the one man band to react |
| To the sold out crowd in his mind |
| In 1999 |
| No one could have ever thought there would have been a possibility of such a |
| well adjusted wannabe celebrity to ever come to utter culmination like this |
| So there wasn’t any total bliss |
| An imaginary pussy fest |
| Cause there’s no outlets left for the one man band |
| As he stands on the stage half naked covered in sweat |
| So let backup tracks on your Discman blast |
| As you revisit the past |
| And reinterpret the laughs |