Out in the Graveyard
By Polite Things

Lyrics:

I took the back way home instead
I saw a man, he was dressed in black
He tipped his hat and shook my hand
and with a gesture of his cloak now, he said,
"Who you are is but a shred. 
Everyone you know is dead, don't be misled.
And all the things that you've been breast fed
Bad words, subliminal figure head."

Out in the graveyard they could be after you (yessir)
Do what is necessary, do what they ask of you (that's right)

My mother asks me where I've been
I'll try and make a simple lie up if I can
The evening news comes on at 10
Important problems and heavy-set business men
and all the things that we pretend.

Out in the graveyard they could be after you (yessir)
[with their crooked teeth and their jagged nails]
Out in the cemetery they wanna hassle you
[with their missing eyes and their reaching hands]
and they're gonna get you.

Ingesting gobs of fecal matter
from the fountain blaming the youth.
Disaster atom blaster
Bastards disguising the truth.

Out in the Graveyard

Out In The Graveyard

WHY CAN’T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER?
Polite Things

Lyrics:
VERSE ONE
My motivation is dead in the ground
I’m not the one, I’m just messin’ around
I lost the game, I guess you could say;
That my job is a grave and I’m rotting away

VERSE TWO
Whatever keeps you lying awake
They’ll rip you apart for not being the same
Treating your mind like a habit to break
Thinking like that was my biggest mistake
Desire’s a traitor and hope is a snake

VERSE THREE
I’ll spend an evening with all of the ghosts
Rattle their bones and hear what they like the most about me
Look at the ways that you’re spending your time
Living upstairs in a house that’s not mine
Confined to a dungeon of my own design
_  .  _

The things in the dark like dying alone
You could lose your mind thinking you’re supposed to be something
Sever yourself from the things you outgrow
Grapple for that which you need to let go
They pulled a scheme, yeah; but you should have known

CHORUS
Stir up my brain and demonstrate the value of this
Manufactured game we play while sailing through reality
And I’ll readjust my TV set to whatever show if you asked for it
And I’ll focus my attention on whatever you distract me with
And I’ll waste my time just waiting around
Like everything you want is a clue to be found somewhere

Why Can't You Be More Like Your Brother?

Just trying to make sense of the world with art.