The Corpses Of Our Motivations

Catching up on nothing in the basement I call home

Dismantling discussions on a piss-soaked telephone

I'm a grown-up, I've thrown up all these feelings lots before

You're sitting in the park while I'm staring at the door

Enough self mutilation, I'm waterlogged and choked

A hundred beers, another week ensconced in yellow smoke

I'm no devil, I just have these demons keeping me awake

Pushing on my go-leg, laughing at cut brakes

The corpse of my motivation hangs

In the closet next to skeletons and bloody vampire fangs

Sleep all day, drink your life away

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

This coffin's full of nails, rails and pipe and glass

Rotting under yellow growing grass

Five in the chamber and I'm flying through the air

I've tied my blindfold tightly, I'm cutting my hair

I'm a bullet, a target, I'm drenched in splattered blood

I learned my lesson one time, but once isn't enough

So dry your hands, wash 'em clean, wash 'em clean of me

Wave your victor's flag o'er your pile of debris

Cause when you die like a hero, you live like a slave

I'd rather die to see it change than live and watch it stay the same

The corpses of our motivations hanging

On the gallows, overripe with shit like colostomy bags

Sleep all day, drink your life away

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

This coffin's full of nails, rails and pipe and glass

Rotting under yellow growing grass

There's a party in the woods, and a dance in city streets

And a rumble down the avenue, fifty thousand stomping feet

And the fire's getting high, igniting sweaty powdered brows

And if he hasn't saved you yet, he isn't gonna save you now

Sleep all day, drink your life away

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

This coffin's full of nails, rails and pipe and glass

Rotting under yellow growing grass

And you're more beautiful than you were on the day that we first met

My angel of the not yet buried dead