Firewater
dropping like flies
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In the cold hard light of day
Do you like the face you see?
Ain't it hard sometimes to say
That your eyes have atrophied?
Because the heart is a slippery one
And it's tricky to dislodge
Carry on as your day dissolves
In a black & white montage
Bodies falling to the floor
They're dropping like flies
In the crest there's an emptiness
Heartbeats ring in hollow halls
And the patient says
He's feeling fine
But that's just the drugs he's on
And you cry, trying to find a voice
That reminds you of your own
But every word
That passes from your lips
Is counterfeit, illegitimate
- Album:
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- Mountain
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- Get off the Cross, We Need the Wood for the Fire
- Miscellaneous
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- Ox-Compilation #103
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 143
- Bloodshot Records Sampler 12
- International Orange!
- A Little Revolution
- Songs We Should Have Written
- Psychopharmacology
- The Man on the Burning Tightrope
- Get Out of My Head
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 24
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 115: August 2003
- Clay Pigeons