When you're sick from the truth
Got no more lies
Rain on the roof
Blood in your eye
Nothing adds up
What's left behind?
Don't keep yourself down, my friend
You just can't rewind

I get so caught up 
On the words that were spoken
By the wildfire girl
Who left me here broken
And all alone, all alone
All alone

When you're sick from the truth
Got no more lies
Rain on the roof
Blood in your eye
Nothing adds up
What's left behind?
Don't keep yourself down, my friend
You just can't rewind

This town's gotten colder
Since I last saw your face
Your cascades on my shoulder
I just can't replace
And I won't try, I won't try
Anymore

When you're sick from the truth
Got no more lies
Rain on the roof
Blood in your eye
Nothing adds up
What's left behind?
Don't keep yourself down, my friend
You just can't rewind

Let it rain on the roof  
Let it rain on the roof  (repeat)

Rain on the Roof

Never gonna get enough
Never gonna get enough
Never gonna get enough
Never gonna get enough


Had my last my smoke and I drank all my whiskey
I left home thinking no one's gonna miss me
I've been drifting away
Come this far, gotta finish what I started
Shake the wake of people that I left cold-hearted
I'm still here today
But I'm never gonna get enough


No you're never gonna get enough
No you're never gonna get enough
Never gonna get enough
Never gonna get enough

Never Get Enough

Dead End

Gasoline sheen in the cracks of the gutter
Of a slow-burning desert town
Swoop in unseen with the speed of a shutter
Blackbirds shakin' the ground
Shake the ground, shake the ground, shake the ground
Shake the ground, shake the ground, shake the ground

Get down!
When you hear that sound, get down!
Get down!

Heavy lies the burden when the cause of all the hurtin'
Buried deep beneath the sand
Gone in a flash, turned to columns of ash
Spreading darkness with a wave of the hand
Wave of the hand, wave of the hand, wave of the hand
Wave of the hand, wave of the hand, wave of the hand

Get down!
When you hear that sound get down!
Get down!

Gasoline sheen in the cracks of the gutter
Of a slow-burning midwest town
Swoop in unseen with the speed of a shutter
Blackbirds shakin' the ground
Shake the ground, shake the ground, shake the ground
Shake the ground, shake the ground, shake the ground

Get down!
When you hear that sound get down!
Get down!

Drones

Waking up at odd times
We are more or less toys
Battery-operated
And all it takes is a quick pinch
To the back of the neck
But there's more to it than this
More than morbid wallowing
More like wide-eyed wonder at

The electricity which courses all veins
Still, cold flesh
Still, cold flesh



Well it's disgusting unless it's plastic-wrapped
Or gleaming under some fluorescent lights
Folded up in some greasy paper
Still it comes to you from
So far away
So far away

New ways to forget
New ways to forget
New ways to forget
New ways to forget

New Ways To Forget

Falling off the lawn
Burned a hole in my brain
All my friends are gone
I hope they're feeling the same

I've got nothing to do
I've got no one to see
I'm wasted on you
You're wasted on me

Wasted

Get Goin'

That's the price you pay
For living in the dark
I've got no words to say
To mend this broken heart
I've got no miracle cure
I've got no magic spell
I've got nothing, I'm sure
But I know - I know I'm going straight to hell

White Flamingo (band)

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