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Date of issue: 09.11.2003
Song language: English
The Strong Suit |
Feels like someone dropped my eyes |
In a cradle of needles |
Like you’d drop ice cubs in a bar glass |
I stare out from behind my eight a.m. sting |
Through the passenger side of this rented van’s dash |
I am a boy, who snuck in his father’s closet |
Put on a suit, and got hired for his father’s job |
And before i could push my hand |
Through the oversized sleeve to stop it |
I was hired on the spot |
And now i am a travelling salesmen |
I am eeking out a living |
Breathing, missing, pitching, lying |
I am a travelling salesmen |
Body fastened tight around the child |
I’m swimming in it |
And when i find myself |
Behind the wheel in my sleep |
Which is everynight |
I realize, only thought i could drive |
But i figure if i can |
Stay unconcious for half the day |
I double my chances to get it right |
Just choose a destination |
Any destination |
See the destination |
To make it there just once |
I wanna put one foot |
In front of the other |
And be one step ahead |
Of where i was |
I don’t get up |
With the majority |
I don’t go out |
With a fingernail |
I don’t get up |
I don’t get down |
But i still breathe |
At least for now |
I don’t get up |
I don’t go out |
I don’t move, won’t lose |
And i won’t breakdown |
Keeping buying my suits smaller and smaller |
Hoping i will be demoted when they notice |
Keep leaving my cells in your sisters and daughters |
To try and escape disguised as my own kid |
I’d sell cheap encyclopedias, vacuums |
I’d sell my own soul |
Throw open the backroom’s doors and show you |
That nobody knows how the cars |
Get us all where we’re going |
You can turn the wheel |
But it won’t be controlled |
You can shake when you go out |
Collapse back home |
The little victories |
Are gifts from coincidence |
Each sale’s just a ??? |
The vacant chambers are infinite |
You didn’t get shit from the universe |
Until the barrel turns |
To the place where the bullet waits |
And everything you’ve earned |
Is reduced to its actual value |
That’s how you understand |
The boulder always falls back downhill |
Each sentiment expressed |
Was born to recreation |
And the energy can not be remade |
We change its state |
Call our new music groundbreaking |
But ??? |
takes |
And eventually all the noise we make |
Will go away |
But i’m just a boy in my father’s suit |
What do i know? |
I shouldn’t be here |
But since i am |
Can i interest you in a little snakeoil? |
I don’t get up |
With the majority |
I don’t go out |
With a fingernail |
I don’t get up |
I don’t get down |
But i still breathe |
At least for now |
I don’t get up |
I don’t go out |
I don’t move, won’t lose |
And i won’t breakdown |
Name | Year |
---|---|
You Kiss Like You're Dead | 2003 |
Earth-Shaking Event | 2003 |
Cex At Arm's Length | 2003 |
Earth-Shaking Event Instrumental | 2003 |
You Kiss Like You're Dead Instrumental | 2003 |
Dead Bodies Instrumental | 2003 |
The Marriage Instrumental | 2003 |
The Marriage | 2003 |
Dead Bodies | 2003 |