Альбом Throwing Muses

You're furious, I never taught you to sing
You carry rocks in your head and pitch them
Without warning, Happy drunk
You're furious, I beg you for sin
I beg your skin, You buy a whore
Don't give her water
You're furious

This is him, when I begin
Call him tied, call him taken
Call him anything but shaken
Call him wasted, call him shaved
Call him anything by made
Call that firepile a home
Don't give away the end
I come back
I rush to wait
Where the pavement starts to crack
I put my foot down
The sidewalk's so hot
Think of all the junk
I could lay my hands on
Purify my heart
That firepile's your home
Your baby's running faster
Count the times I left my clothes out
Count the tires one more time
Count the times I let the air out
That firepile's your home
And you're mine

Don't look back and, He's your soldier
That sheet metal sound next door, Is keeping me awake
Janie's eyes are open, And my feet are killing me
If this isn't the truth, Don't look down
And He's your shoulder, That cheap little loud mouth whore
Is keeping me awake, The baby's eyes are open
And this heat is killing me, If this isn't the truth
Clap my hands, Slap my legs
I can't find it, But that sweet little bastard boy
Is breaking me a leg, Maybe mine is broken, I don't mind it

I'm the lady who locks the door
I'm the lady who turns out the light
Hey, you
Look at the dirty water
Look at him
Look at the dirty water
And swim
I'm not looking for anything
And you don't know
I'm not digging for anything
But this hole
Hey, you
Look at the dirty water
Look at him
Look at the dirty water
And swim
Sit at your hole
You can't afford to go
Catch what you can
You can't afford to know
This man
Hey, you
Aren't you the lady?
Some man
You look fine
Don't touch me
There's history on your hands
Hey, you
Aren't I the lady?

I used to listen
I used to hear
Inside the wall
Now I don't hear at all

Hot hands
Move things
I write in his wall
I have no mind at all
Hot things
Move him
I write on his wall
I have no heart at all
I think she's a pretty little fool
She holds me down, she flows
She has a back like Marie
I think he's a crazy bastard
Drives me home, he goes
You have a back like Marie
You have pearls in your eyes
And you use your burning to wrap yourself in
And you use your fever to hide yourself away
And you use sweating to keep me down
And you use your heat to have me
And you use your fire to be stronger than me
And you use your flame against me
I won't come back like Marie
The pearls on my eyes
These pearls on my eyes
They make me blind
I write on your wall
I have no eyes at all
I write on your wall
I have no eyes at all

I saw him first on Summer Street
He held my breath
A famous face
And instant death
He saw me next
One lonesome body
One lonesome song
No lonesome body
No lonesome song
Drink to my friend
Drink to the sun
To your health
'Til daylight comes
And burning wealth
I hold my breath

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One, two, three, four
How many, many people outside your door?
Two, three, four, five
How many, many people outside?
Four, three, two, one
I don't think you can hold your own
Five, six, seven, eight
I don't think you can save your face
You don't say no
He dunk the backboard
And he sleep on the couch
He jump the backseat
And he sleep on the couch
He drive the backroad, He drive the backroad
And he sleep
You're a pusher
Spy in a bath
We make us move
Like some kind of bath
Come when you need some
Come when you need some
You're a pusher

I'm proud to see you here
I can't relieve, believe the pressure in my head
It's a game of chance, I whisper in your ear
Fall apart along the way
Don't you ever see it through
Jesus said in heaven
There's not that much to do
I'm proud to see you here
I'm proud to be here with you all
I have a message from your son
When the ground starts shaking
Watch the gifts inside your home
I have a feeling many aren't for you
Leave your dollars where they fall
They have a message of their own
When the ground starts shaking, run
Keep on running, or so says your son
She's a pillar of your home
Keep on shaking, or so says your son
She's a vice
Keep on running
'Til you can't go on

Dovey, I'll take you down
Remember I see behind me

Slept for a long time
Gone for a long time
If you ain't hiding
You can't see
Stand me where i can see you
Fill my pockets, fill me in
If I ain't collecting
I can't win
Everybody goes to the window
I can't remember what's outside
Hit the ground running
Sleep with the Rosetta Stone
Stay here where I can see you
It's not a good time that I like
It's a soft, a cold
And a high

I keep meeting you and meeting
I have promises to keep
I keep making them and leaving
That looks like a carnival wig
And two shiners
Let's just say it crawled across the snow
It looks like your left hand
Don't love me
I won't be afraid
When my ears ring and my head spins
I'll be on your good side