*Dams give way,
and women drown.
If you’re going to fall
then make it count.
Don’t just slip
but dive deep down,
into the depths of hell,
where hollow truth is found.*
You should have seen me then
when my hair was brushing the sky.
Lesser men strained their necks
just trying to see that high.
So I made them medicine
because I was that kind of guy.
Yes, I slept soundly
in my nightly bed of lies
I broke bread with the poor
and took drinks with the rich.
Some said I gave too much
but I could never resist
an outreached hand
and the implications in it.
Little did I know
how palm can grow to fist
Then it started to change;
that god forsaken splash,
too late, too cold,
I froze and turned my back.
Mirrors haunted my head
long after the fact,
and the trumpets that praised me
changed keys to laughs
So I tried to plug my gaps
like a doomed sailor fighting the sea,
with women and with whiskey
then **** and ecstasy.
I filled those women’s hearts
and left them empty,
but that’s of no concern
when I live for only me.
I tried to burn the town
with my wicked words and ways,
but I was still given praise
for my false yesterdays.
Sticking to the straight and arrow
had led me astray.
So I set sail for better shores
where all life is grey.
So now I haunt this bar
the Pope of Little Mexico.
I make rain with my tongue
just to make the Nausea grow.
I flew with the Eagles
now I’ve fallen down so low.
Things have never been better
I have found my heart’s true home
*Dams give way,
and women drown.
If you’re going to fall
then make it count.
Don’t just slip
but dive deep down,
into the depths of hell,
where hollow truth is found.*
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
*Dams give way,
and women drown.
If you’re going to fall
then make it count.
Don’t just slip
but dive deep down,
into the depths of hell,
where hollow truth is found.*
You should have seen me then
when my hair was brushing the sky.
Lesser men strained their necks
just trying to see that high.
So I made them medicine
because I was that kind of guy.
Yes, I slept soundly
in my nightly bed of lies
I broke bread with the poor
and took drinks with the rich.
Some said I gave too much
but I could never resist
an outreached hand
and the implications in it.
Little did I know
how palm can grow to fist
Then it started to change;
that god forsaken splash,
too late, too cold,
I froze and turned my back.
Mirrors haunted my head
long after the fact,
and the trumpets that praised me
changed keys to laughs
So I tried to plug my gaps
like a doomed sailor fighting the sea,
with women and with whiskey
then **** and ecstasy.
I filled those women’s hearts
and left them empty,
but that’s of no concern
when I live for only me.
I tried to burn the town
with my wicked words and ways,
but I was still given praise
for my false yesterdays.
Sticking to the straight and arrow
had led me astray.
So I set sail for better shores
where all life is grey.
So now I haunt this bar
the Pope of Little Mexico.
I make rain with my tongue
just to make the Nausea grow.
I flew with the Eagles
now I’ve fallen down so low.
Things have never been better
I have found my heart’s true home
*Dams give way,
and women drown.
If you’re going to fall
then make it count.
Don’t just slip
but dive deep down,
into the depths of hell,
where hollow truth is found.*
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