It was christmas eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
We won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face

insecurity_alert

emergency dispatch i think something's wrong
with words its so hard to construe
the images follow a dream through a song
the nightmare has finally come true

rhetori

six_degrees_from_misty

SIX DEGREES FROM MISTY
when you were little she sold you out out be the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free or maybe it was your imagination friend of the family but now the foe she gets

fairytale_of_new_york

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away

saddest_song

what's wrong with everyone? there's a panic in their eyes like others getting close are aliens, in disguise they smell conspiracy on the lips of dearest friends reminds me of a time long ago, the

sleeping_in

Packing up the pictures in an old shoebox
Its so silent i can almost hear you walk,
Down the hall , standing in front of that window ,
And if everythings so high , then why a

friends_of_the_enemy

lost in confusion
not knowing which way to return
to the person you know
this trepidation makes you
take it out on someone else
you forever
everybody wins

best_regards

Best Regards
Don't take it so hard,
we're not against you
It's really not that bad,
It's just that they
want you to think that it is
I'm over the past bu

leave_it_behind

when we came here it was done, i felt completely useless never learned to quite adjust and all along they knew this carousel would someday stop and throw us off in anger i guess i didn't think i'

exit

Yesterday becomes tomorrow, leaves you wanting more
So intricate becomes the bathroom floor
And even though you're in a ditch, you dig a deeper hole
And I feel like I'm a shovel

sitting_duck

Sitting Duck
I read the morning paper, someone had just died
In big bold letters so it comes as no surprise
Im looking at a story 'bout violence,
a word from a lawyer

three_month_weekend

Three Month Weekend
It's a Thursday morning, four a.m.
and you won't let me go
if tomorrow comes I guess I'll never know
even in the darkest hour it's the brightest
internation_you_day

i'm sorry that it took so long
to write this song
but i gave up
you see one million words can't describe
how it feels
to know your love

where did i go w

straight_from_the_jacket

So sorry son, you're worrying your mother
No explanation's gonna make it seem alright
Young boy, listen to your father
It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide

this_is_a_rebel_song

[girl:]

I love you my hard englishman
Your rage is like a fist in my womb
Can't you forgive what you think I've done
And love me, I'm your woman

And I