You'll have to answer to the Coca-Cola company eventually
We all come around to see the bombers in attack formation
Ain't that a dream?

We all heard Beethoven and fell to pieces
On the tough streets of memory lane
And the nymphomaniacs with their two pieces
They're matching matches with moans

So if you don't understand why Ripper took that gun
You're so careful with your bodily fluids for once
Making our own beds in the silence of how I learned to stop worrying and just love the bomb

We all heard Beethoven and fell to pieces
On the tough streets of memory lane
And the nymphomaniacs with their two pieces
They're matching matches with moans

You've got your eyes wide shut to the "I says"
Eyes wide shut to the "I says"

Moloko Vellocet

She'd been away from the West Coast long enough to say "That's quite a certain way Capote's ghost is breaking backs, and Atlas just got sacked."

The only way that we're getting out of this one horse town is by the skin of our teeth that got knocked out trying to fight this summer heat
Let's break it down

A single bar, single shot, doubled up, doubled over as your double takes are adding up
I tripped turning over new leaves to cover my oldest deeds

The only way that we're getting out of this one horse town is by the skin of our teeth that got knocked out trying to fight this summer heat
Let's break it down

What's the point in new full moons
If we're always feeling used
Car crash coffee kids and killjoy kings with Chelsea grins
I'm a mess looking over a dying land
What a cost to relate to my fellow man
But I'm barely breathing or clocking in
All the poets are Martyrs to sleeping in

The only way that we're getting out of this one horse town is by the skin of our teeth that got knocked out trying to fight this summer heat
Let's break it down

Let's break it down
Let's break it down
Let's break it down
Let's break it down

A Boy's Best Friend is His Mother

Must've been on the way back from one of those copper nights
I caught a whiff, got a glimpse of a battering ram to break the seal on this bottled up inhibition that we've been friends with this last year

So let's get an amen to the bloody fucks without friends
What's it like to be a king of something
Case closed, I'm no stranger to self-control
I'm on my own

Blind troubadour desperately seeking some way to fit in
Do I look like I want to walk the moon or do the moon walk
I need your scene acceptance in the same way that I need a car crash or cut throat

So let's get an amen to the bloody fucks without friends
What's it like to be a king of something
Case closed, I'm no stranger to self-control
I'm on my own

So let's get an amen to the bloody fucks without friends
What's it like to be a king of something
Case closed, I'm no stranger to self-control
I'm on my own

So let's get an amen to the bloody fucks without friends
What's it like to be a king of something
Case closed, I'm no stranger to self-control
I'm on my own

Wanderlust Cuts / Angeldust Guts

You didn't have to call me to cull the cutdown of my character
Lull me back to sleep where we can quell the pretense that we're more than friends
Before I have an epiphany again
And you know that I was only waiting for you to come back home

Even when there's nothing left to say
Maybe we were better off that way
I didn't take anything to let you go
Cynicism never grows when there's no one left at home
I didn't take anything at all just to let you know

So if I have to call you to pull you out the muck
That you have sunk into
Well you know that you know that home is just a buzzword to chests with holes
Doubting myself again, for the last time
But I'm not that young, and you're not that dumb
Old cutthroat kids can't keep a caper quiet

Even when there's nothing left to say
Maybe we were better off that way
I didn't take anything to let you go
Cynicism never grows when there's no one left at home
I didn't take anything at all just to let you know

Even when there's nothing left to say
Maybe we were better off that way
I didn't take anything to let you go
Cynicism never grows when there's no one left at home
I didn't take anything at all just to let you know

August is a Hollow Actor

So when it all comes to blows and you're kicking thorns and roses from between your toes
Don't bother trying to explain it
You know what you know
And I know that I hate you more than it shows

Well you were killing us kindly with your lips wrapped tightly around my ire
We all had treaded so gently till then 
The tide took all without a fight

The junkyard workers must have missed it
But your smile's getting dry and tepid from the cold
The lake spot dump point's overrated, but they all seem to go
While their mistresses are quarreling down to their toes

Well you were killing us kindly with your lips wrapped tightly around my ire
We all had treaded so gently till then 
The tide took all without a fight

Off the cuff and with heartache but I still said I don't know 
Off the cuff and with heartache but I still said I don't know 
Off the cuff and with heartache but I still said I don't know 
Off the cuff and with heartache but I still said I don't know 

Killing us kindly with your lips wrapped tightly around my ire
We all had treaded so gently till then 
The tide took all without a fight

Killing Us Kindly

Thought I woke up, somewhat choked up
Off the cusp of a bottled up cold cut
Retraced my steps to that old dive bar, then excused
This pounding head, protracted jaw, and dirty shaken boots I'd lost
I've just been wondering if last night she heard our song, but then I just

Woke up to a Midwest sound that was tongue in cheek
But she brought me down, with a mutiny saying on a whim, “St. Nowhere's just a friend” 
Kept my coattails short, expectations long
Work, regret, repeat, never once bet on
A bliss erased by our “nearly there”s
Hard luck harlots and Nowhere

Been ripped off like the shirt of a freshman rounding third
Those memories of Chopin killing mocking birds
Can't compare to the face of my nearly there's 
My nearly nothings nearly had me scared

Raise your fine horses to the eyebrows now 
Take a step forward or bring us down
I'm always looking for the easy way out

I woke up to a Midwest sound that was tongue in cheek
But she brought me down, with a mutiny saying on a whim, “St. Nowhere's just a friend” 
Kept my coattails short, expectations long
Work, regret, repeat, never once bet on
A bliss erased by our “nearly there”s
Hard luck harlots and Nowhere

So we came, and we saw and we conquered
So we came, and we saw and we conquered
So we came, and we saw and we conquered
So we came, and we saw and we conquered


St. Nowhere

I climbed down out your window
Made do with innuendo
That watershed draining baggage, tears, and guts
Well aren't you so touched
Divorcees are knocking boots to the tempo of biased lawsuits
Melancholy melon balls, like ornaments that know they should have

Stayed but they never felt at place
Could've saved if they'd only saved face
Mothers and brothers with their broken dreams
They're busting at the seams

“Got a light” she said right to me
But like thermite I just can't be
Going off without a bang or pay
But you know just the way
To crawl right in that rut there
Is there a chance I'll see you next year
Lapping up that languish like it's luck

Should've stayed but they never felt at place
Could've saved if they'd only saved face
Mothers and brothers with their broken dreams
They're busting at the seams

East coast kings harmonizing sweetly
Over dead men to the beat of Gatsby
Like it or love it, it's a way of life
To making ends meet on the other side
East coast kings harmonizing sweetly
Over dead men to the beat of Gatsby
Like it or love it, it's a way of life
To making ends meet on the other side

Like it or love it, it's a way of life
Like it or love it, it's a way of life
Like it or love it, it's a way of life
Like it or love it, it's a way of life

Stayed but they never felt at place
Could've saved if they'd only saved face
All the misery is a broken dream
It's busting at the seams


The Misery

We were upside down and Devon Loche'd into this goddamn lake
Thinking must've been something that tipped her off, cos I've never been made
Was mine the last face that you ever thought you'd see
 Was mine the last face that you ever thought you'd see

Grab the shovels and the wrist irons
It's a chore to dig out this hole
I'm a slow learner, but I'm ready to give this a go
Like Schroedinger's cat, with a fate I can't discern
Catharsis doesn't mean your stomach never turns

From the alley to the parking lot to our committed outcome
I'm on my own terms, mincing my own words

So why do we always pretend that we will remain friends
I made a peace offering of Medusa's severed head
I always sell high cos I've got huge stocks of nerve
The jellyfish market wanes from my candor

From the alley to the parking lot to our committed outcome
I'm on my own terms, mincing my own words
From the alley to the parking lot to our committed outcome
I'm on my own terms, mincing my own words


John Cusack Quotes

What'd jackals do with their Thigh Gap gaps this time?
If we could stave off the radiation burns that we felt from the glare of her glances
We had a hundred chances to finally stop pretending
To have a better answer

We went from almost there to lying sideways now
If I had found the words that made you swell

They say we don't make enough in our fights
To let the Comeback Kid come back to life
I wasn't always this way, no

Half armed with good intentions 
Half bored from this loneliness
Half armed with good intentions
Half bored from this loneliness

To all the Sirens with their back page symphonies
That set the beat to let the lions go chewing through the lot of them on key
Oh what could we need

We went from almost there to lying sideways now
If I had found the words that made you swell

They say we don't make enough in our fights
To let the Comeback Kid come back to life
I wasn't always this way, no

Half armed with good intentions 
Half bored from this loneliness
Half armed with good intentions
Half bored from this loneliness


TL;DR

I'm a summer in the back of an old, gold Buick 
A punch in the mouth on a boring Tuesday
I don't have friends that kiss and tell

But lately I don't trust myself
Maybe we are all in hell

Carbon copies or obscene
It's not always what it seems 

We're a wave that crashed, but we're taken aback
Just a tidal force that has just relapsed, well
We're just the guys that got restless

Through all of this awkward bitterness 
Made disappointing you a test

Carbon copies or obscene
It's not always what it seems
Carbon copies or obscene 
It's not always what it seems 

Sent out this record but it got returned to sender
Sent out this record but it got returned to cinder 


I Traded My Life for Art

Kill It With Fire! is a four piece rock band formed in Wichita, KS in 2008.

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