I hollowed out my heart, threw some grapes inside.
So i could have some wine after my demise,
I'll dance with the devil have a hell of a time
and when he blacks out I'm gonna run for my life because

Oh oh, devil can't find a lost soul
so I've just gotta roam, cause I've been told
there ain't much difference in dying and living alone.

I wandered in the dark for a real long time
saw a woman standing there at the end of the line
she's a bastard child of an orphaned daughter that makes that girl so cruel
she only fucks in cold water 

Oh oh, devil can't find a lost soul
so I've just gotta roam, cause I've been told
there ain't much difference in dying and living alone.

(My truck's in a ditch)

Lost And Bound

It took bone and knuckle to bolt and buckle every bridge heading out of town, when ugly men like me with ugly hands like these walled all the ugly out.
Because it seems to me that bottom feeders only eat cause messy eaters cast what they don't want down
And we only make it harder because conscious muddy water won't go back in the ground.

Now there's a crow caught in the ribbon of the gift that you left sitting on my front door step
and the commotion in the basement are the secrets I've been saving until we meet again.
That car alarm keeps going off and a siren song keeps screaming on but I've got no evidence that this is ever gonna end

So tell me am I wrong begging for a 9 to 5?
When a working day ain't worth its pay if it can't keep us alive.
Now the bossman says I should thank him each day, for letting me work my time
but I don't see how you get that far when you villainize your spine.

Even though it's subtle every structure crumbles until its fallen down
if ugly men like me with ugly sins like greed do nothing about it.
This life can give you love, it can give you peace of mind
It can give you hell or give you up, and all it takes is time

That car alarm keeps going off and a siren song keeps screaming on but I've got no evidence that this is ever gonna end

So tell me am I wrong begging for a 9 to 5?
When a working day ain't worth its pay if it can't keep us alive.
Now the bossman says I should thank him each day, for letting me work my time
but I don't see how you get that far when you villainize your spine.

I can't tell if you are saying what you mean,
because you can't tell the truth if your panicking 

Ugly Hands

The city's good looking but so damn cold like a girl I thought I use to know and I still love them both.
In the snow I sometimes feel alone like a wounded soldier far from home, cause I don't recognize the dirt.

So please don't turn on the radio, 
every songs about somebody letting someone go.
And I can't stand it at all, when I'm thinking of you 
its just sad, sad songs and bad news.

Then a couple drunks mumble as they stutter their steps and they stumble over words while they tumble in their heads,
and the words get clogged in the thick fog of their breath.
And the streets I know have become bare bones as they crack beneath my feet
and the clatter of my teeth seem to chatter out a beat that I can't help but repeat

So please don't turn on the radio, 
every songs about somebody letting someone go.
And I can't stand it at all, when I'm thinking of you 
its just sad, sad songs and bad news.

So please don't turn on the radio
the only sound that I wanna hear
ain't nobody's but my own and I can still stand tall
even without you
because sad, sad songs just ain't true.

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