Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Corpses of Our Motivations, artist - The Lawrence Arms. Album song Apathy and Exhaustion, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 11.02.2002
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
The Corpses of Our Motivations |
Catching up on nothing in the basement I call home. |
Dismantling discussions on a piss-soaked telephone. |
I’m all grown up. |
I’ve thrown up theses feelings lots before. |
You’re sitting in the park while I’m staring at the door. |
Enough self-mutilation. |
I’ve water-logged and choked. |
A hundred beers another week ensconced in yellow smoke. |
I’m no devil, I just have these demons keeping me awake, |
Pushing on my go-leg, laughing at cut brakes. |
The corpse of my motivation hangs |
In the closet next to skeletons and bloody vampire fangs. |
Sleep all day, drink the life away. |
It’s another step closer to the comfort of the grave. |
This coffin’s full of nails, rails and pipe and glass, |
Rotting under yellow growing grass. |
Five in the chamber and I’m flying through the air. |
I’ve tied my blind fold tightly, I’m cutting my hair. |
I’m a bullet and a target, and I’m drenched splattered blood. |
I’ve learned my lesson one time, but once isn’t enough. |
So dry your hands, wash 'em clean, wash 'em clean of me. |
Wave your victor’s flag on your pile of debris |
'Cause when you die like a hero, you live like a slave. |
I’d rather die to see it change than live and watch it stay the same |
Where the corpses of our motivations hang |
On the gallows over-ripe with shit like colostomy bags |
So we sleep all day, drink the life away. |
It’s another step closer to the comfort of the grave. |
This coffin’s full of nails, rails and pipe and glass, |
Rotting under yellow growing grass. |
There’s party in the woods and a dance in the city streets |
And a rumble down the avenue of fifty thousand stomping feet. |
And the fire is getting high igniting sweaty powdered brows. |
And if he hasn’t saved you yet, he isn’t gonna save you now, |
Sleep all day, drink the life away. |
It’s another step closer to the comfort of the grave. |
Sleep all day, drink the life away. |
It’s another step closer to the comfort of the grave. |
Sleep all day, drink the life away. |
It’s another step closer to the comfort of the grave. |
And you’re more beautiful than you were on the day that we first met. |
My angel of the not yet buried dead. |