Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For The Record, artist - Every Time I Die. Album song New Junk Aesthetic, in the genre ХардкорDate of issue: 10.09.2009
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English
For The Record |
| God knows I’ve longed to feel something, but now’s not the time |
| I’m caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night |
| Focused on staying distracted 'til I lose sight of the tiresome and clinical |
| patterns of my life |
| I will cherish this love for the rest of my night |
| The rest of my night |
| One day I’ll find myself facing the firing line, serves me right |
| For the record, I’ve written my crimes |
| I will cherish this love for the rest of my night |
| The rest of my night |
| Lord have mercy on my soul |
| I’ve had a good run, but can’t run anymore |
| Just put me down |
| Lord have mercy on my soul |
| I’ve had a good run, but can’t run anymore |
| Just put me down |
| Can’t sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail |
| I’ve let them devour my heart for some material |
| But I’m a drunkard, a coward, a crook, I ought to change my ways |
| Face the music, carry the can, et cetera, et cetera |
| What next? |
| What next? |
| What next? |
| What next? |
| Oh, there’s gotta be something more than this |
| What next? |
| What next? |
| What next? |
| What next? |
| What next? |
| What next? |
| There’s gotta be something more than this |
| What next? |
| What’s next? |
| Trust me, I’m still with you somewhere |
| Trust me, I’m still with you somewhere |
| Trust me, I’m still with you somewhere |
| Trust me, I’m still with you somewhere |
| I just wish it were here |
| Someday I’m bound to feel guilty, but now’s not the time |
| I’m sure I’ll get what I’m due, everything will be fine |
| Hell bent on finding the next fix in the fog |
| You’re in a cab on the way to your house, change the locks |
| I will cherish this love for the rest of my night |
| The rest of my night |
| Lord have mercy on my soul |
| I’ve had a good run, but can’t run anymore |
| Just put me down |
| Lord have mercy on my soul |
| I’ve had a good run, but can’t run anymore |
| Just put me down |
| Can’t sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail |
| I’ve let them devour my heart for some material |
| But I’m a drunkard, a coward, a crook, I ought to change my ways |
| Face the music, carry the can, et cetera, et cetera |
| Please forgive me |