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A Million Dead End Jobs

When all I want is a minute more I'm only minutes late But opening up all life's locked doors It's not my strongest trait I do it well, I do it well But I don't like to wait I do it well When the feeling sours From your private hours To the public c...

Broken and Blue

Cast away on the front porch, broken and blue Black is the colour of life after you The candles make the sacred heart beat Like the wings of old news papers caught on the weeds Nicotine yellow windows, cups in the sink I need you I don't want to say it...

Demolition Waltz

You are the worrying kind, it's not like I'm magic You've got soul, you've got soul No nickels, no dimes Nothing to show for our time but time I was wondering around With my eyes on the ground and my head in the cloud Well, this town tears you down Se...

God Keep Our Hands Clean

I'm a stranger, these words are foreign on my tongue You'd hate yourself, if you knew what I was doing in your name Or maybe not, if it's all the same, it's all the same And we're all the same It's the way you must always fight a devil with the devil You...

Good Days

God spins the hour in today, sunlight plays on the water As the days turn cold, the world spins a little slower And all you christian soldiers You got it wrong Life is good The dog is in the tree she dreams the sudden flash of feathers The red and yell...

History Remade

Here's where the rioters raged over baseball and race And here's where the factories were razed and no memory remains But things are working out well Don't believe what you see on the streets The threadbare armies of men broken and dead on their feet He...

My Hands Are a City

My hands are a city, my building's a hundred floors My fist is a hammer they knock on a hundred doors My voice is a signal calling out My hands are a city, my building's a thousand floors My fist is a hammer they knock down a thousand doors My voice is...

My Life in the Funeral Service

In a photo from so long ago Laughing with head back and eyes almost closed He's always almost twenty two Forever I'll start the car They'll put flowers on the grave, over and over And after a while quietly we'll drive away It's the same thing day afte...

Prison Memoirs of An Anarchist

Let them break their bats on our heads Let them drown their guns in our blood We'll stay frozen in this fight forever Let them hold their breath for all time Let them waste their lives trying to hang on to what can't be owned I don't want to talk I'm t...

Small Town Murder Scene

Small town murder scene smells like paint and gasoline The bottom basement stair is caked in blood and matted hair A single hanging bulb does its best to cut the gloom casts a sickly yellow light on all the things we never use A spade and shovel some broke...

So Long

Coffee stains, familiar aches and pain meter out the day to day Your name misspelled on cards that wish you well, pills and pocket watch unwound Ten to three, nurses fold the sheets and fold the blinds the light The cruelest joke, as time stretch and as it...

Tombstone Blues

From the chill of the morning to the chill of the grave I carry a gun at my side My love was beauty and my love was blind And my love was struck down by my foolish pride Faint as an echo forbidden to fade I'm haunted and haunting the words that you sai...