Three - Revisions lyrics
Tracks 01. Anyone Human
02. Rabid Animals 03. The Better Half Of Me 04. Automobile 05. Why 06. Lexicon Of Extremism 07. Fable 08. You've Been Shot 09. Halloween 10. The Emerald Undertow 11. The Game 01. Anyone Human Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
What have they done to you?
What did they put you through? They must have cut something off Like oxygen or anything That makes you feel anything Anything like anyone Anyone human Oh I think you need to get away But to get away you need a car And to get a car you need a job But to get a job you need a car So tell me how can you stand sitting down? You could be driving your car off a cliff in this town Oh it's sad but what more can you say When it's all said and done They're gonna let the lemmings run To their grave Anyone human And your bike won't get you very far To get away you need a car It's an uphill ride From the pit of where you are Now that I know There's nothing to know So what if I'm free I got nowhere to go to I just live through the TV Its easier that way But someone cut my cable today... So if you can't stand just sitting around Well you could be driving your car off a cliff in this town Oh it's sad but what more can you say And when it's all said and done They're gonna let the lemmings run To their grave Anyone human... Do you feel anything Anything like anyone Anyone human Do you feel anything Anything like anyone Anyone human Oh and if you can't stand just sitting around You could be driving your car off a cliff in this town Oh it's sad but what more can you say When it's all said and done They're gonna let the lemmings run When it's all said and done They're gonna let the lemmings run To their grave To their grave To their grave Anyone human Anyone human Anyone human 02. Rabid Animals Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
Somebody save the queen
She'll drown in a shallow gene pool Maybe it's maybelline Maybe the unforeseen, fool... How many lines should it take Trying to keep you awake How many licks does it take To get to the red in the steak, yeah... Digging holes for rabid animals You and me were soldiers We were foaming at the mouth Sweet Caroline Say something back So I know you're alive Under attack for the rest of our lives And so we pay the price Deep in the underground They whisper all men are made equal Does anyone else hear the sound Has anyone else seen the sequel Digging holes for animals part two You and me were soldiers We were wondering what to do Sweet Caroline... Say something back So I know you're alive Under attack for the rest of our lives And so we pay the price Red light, green light Near death, near sight Are you sober Where are you soldier Red light, green light Near death, near sight Are you sober Where are you soldier Deep in the underground They whisper all men are made equal Digging holes for rabid animals You and me were soldiers We were foaming at the mouth Sweet Caroline... Say something back So I know you're alive Under attack for the rest of our lives You do the math I'll do my best to survive How can you laugh While they eat me alive And so we pay the price For having sliced and diced We nail our Jesus Christ To the wall Through the wall Whispers through the wall Walking through the wall Walking through the wall 03. The Better Half Of Me Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
The darker side of night
When the arrow finds you A lurker on the street Turning an empty cup Time is short at best And now that the wolves surround you The better half of me Caught in the middle of Don't stop, save me Ave Marie OK, alright Rages on and on and on and on I will never forget what you've done Called the cops on me You know we gave you all we had And still the arrow finds you The better half of me Caught in the memory of That stupid game where you pretend to die Still I could taste the tears from my eyes Cause if ever it were true Well I wouldn't know what to do Don't stop Save me Ave Marie OK, alright Rages on and on and on and on I will never forget what you've done Called the cops on me We gave you all we had The better half of me Caught in the middle of (So stop it) Don't stop (Go away) Save me (They'll keep 'em coming) Ave (But not for nothing) Marie (Is anybody) Ok (Is anybody) Alright Rages on and on and on (So stop it) Don't stop (Go away) Save me (They'll keep 'em coming) Ave (Bt not for nothing) Marie (So tell me something) Ok (Is anybody) Alright Rages on and on and On and on and on and on And on and on and on and on On and on and on and on And on and on and on and on Called the cops on me You know we gave you all we had And still the arrow finds you The better half of me 04. Automobile Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
Creeping down on Franklin street
Bare feet on cold concrete Walking to the corner stone Where she recalls her own world war She can hear the automobile Driving in the frozen rain Headed for the memory Of all these people Gathered on a hill Oh I think they stand there still Waiting for someone to carry them home And they always will She got in the automobile Driving to the place where the bombs went off Teacher says you ought to look down But you're looking out At all the fire's turned to ash Songs have burned like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now Drifting in a dreamless sleep Curled up on a cold car seat Startled by an earthquake sound She wakes to watch the moon fall down She got in the automobile Driving in the frozen rain Headed for the memory Of all these people Gathered on a hill I think they stand there still Waiting for someone to carry them home And they always will She got in the automobile Driving to the place where the bombs went off Teacher says you ought to look down But you're looking out At all the fire's turned to ash Songs have burned like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now She got in the automobile Driving to the place where the bombs went off Teacher says you ought to look down But you're looking out At all the fire's turned to ash Songs have burned like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now She got in the automobile Driving to the place where the bombs went off Teacher says you ought to look down But you're looking out At all the fire's turned to ash Songs have burned like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now 05. Why Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
Why why why
Come on and answer me Why why why Somebody answer me why Answer me why I can tell exactly where the hell you been I think I'm from the factory that they made you in Lately I've been searching for replacement parts The well in general surgeon says he can't repair my heart Why wont the engine start Answer me why why why Come on and answer me Why would all the world be born to die Somebody answer me why Answer me why I can tell exactly what the hell you've done Did you run away Cause you don't want to pay For the problem you've become All the worlds of searching For that greatness in our soul Well we're back today And what we mean to say Is we're taking back control Why won't they just let go Answer me why why why Somebody answer me why Would all the world be born to die Somebody answer me why Answer me why What came first (why) The bird or egg (why) It's getting worse (why) What can I say There must be a better way Somebody answer me why All the worlds of searching For that place to call our own Come to find we had it all the time And it chills me to the bone But if only we had known Why why why Come on and answer me why Would all the world be born to die Somebody answer me why Come on and answer me why Why 06. Lexicon Of Extremism Music by Joey Eppard
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07. Fable Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
Alarmed by fascination
The darkness in me grows A moment's hesitation The dark assumes control Really I don't know what matters I only know two things The first it is the flower that flatters The second is a scorpion stings Well... I'm giving up On a wish in the well I'm sick and tired Of trying to tell Whether I am facing front or back Waiting in line Let me sling this fable Have you seen the papers They're written from a bird's eye view Unsafe beneath a surface of saviors They can't see me or you... well... I'm giving up On a wish in the well I'm sick and tired Of trying to tell Whether I am facing front or back Waiting in line Let me sling this fable Well the future came today The alarm bell sounds the stage While these fools twiddle their thumbs Something wicked this way comes... I'm giving up On a wish in the well I'm sick and tired Of trying to tell I'm giving up On a wish in the well my love I'm sick and tired Whether I am facing front or back Waiting in line Let me sling this fable Another wish another wish I'm giving up On a wish in the well I'm sick and tired Of trying to tell Oh I'm giving up On a wish in the well I'm giving up On a wish in the well 08. You've Been Shot Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
You've been shot
Full of holes You feel your eyes about to close And the clothes you're in Seem paper thin You feel the frost bite fangs sink in 'Cause it's cold outside With no place to hide Your blood out in the snow And the people stare But they're unaware Of why you had to go Just think of all the fun you've had Breaking heads and acting bad But now that all those days are done Wound up on the other side Of a gangster's gun... Paralyzed but a pulse remains To pump last thoughts Through your dying brain Remember Mom Said always do your best But now a bullet burns Within your chest And the siren sounds Crowd gathers round Like moths to flame will fly Because they love blood's smell But there scared as hell Of what it means to die... Just think of all the fun you've had Breaking heads and acting bad But now that all those days are done Wound up on the other side Of a gangster's gun... I smell something burning Like a flag like a rubber tire What you kids been cooking That's got my kitchen full of fire Well it's American stew Cause we were sick of the pie Blood white and blue In the blink of an eye We'll go to the barn And we'll lay down low And hide 'till all of the fires go Just think of all the fun you've had Breaking heads and acting bad But now that all those days are done Wound up on the other side Of a gangster's gun... American stew Cause we were sick of the pie Blood white and blue In the blink of an eye We'll go to the barn And we'll lay down low And hide 'till all the fires go American stew Cause we were sick of the pie Blood white and blue In the blink of an eye We'll go to the barn And we'll lay down low And hide 'till all of the fires go You been shot You been shot You been shot You been You been 09. Halloween Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
Deeper
Deeper than GOD The kid is just a sleeper Look in his eyes I think he's got a fever Should I get his mom? No. Go and get a scalpel We're planting a bomb I think we'll build a tower Inside of his head That topples every hour Renders him dead We'll put him in a blender See how he does Until he can't remember The boy that he was This is halloween It's halloween Oh oh oh oh It's halloween Whoever you are Persistence this is the key Just lock him in the basement Leave him to me Something is very wrong In the darkness unseen Push the faders up Modify the gene This is halloween It's halloween Oh oh oh oh It's halloween Whoever you are Don't you know The sin is the same For masking the blame But you didn't want to... Down in the valley below There's people on fire And they don't even know! This is halloween Halloween Oh oh oh oh It's halloween Whoever you are Behind your mask You know I'm trying But I'm too scared to ask Many thanks to you Many things to do And the beat goes on Until the beat gets through Teary eyes only see A blurry reality And the beat goes on Until the beat gets free 10. The Emerald Undertow Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
Careless Kim
Went for a swim Where none could hear her shout She got in to cool her skin And never did get out Day break They drag the lake And find no body though But she's there I know Somewhere below The emerald undertow And though I saw her going under I could only watch in wonder Cause I don't swim so well It's a miracle I'm mobile At the choir girl hotel There are tear drops in the water Another wish in the well How could I tell They find I'm a peeping tom I'm gonna go to hell It's late I'm laughing in my room Though I don't get the joke I grind my grin Throat closes in As chuckle turns to choke And though I saw her going under I could only watch in wonder Cause I don't swim so well It's a miracle I'm mobile At the choir girl hotel There are tear drops in the water Another wish in the well How could I tell They find I'm a peeping tom I'm gonna go to hell So here I am Your sleepless little lamb The water makes me numb But if six feet deep's The only way to sleep Then baby here I come And though I saw her going under I could only watch in wonder You know I don't swim so well It's a miracle I'm mobile At the choir girl hotel There are tear drops in the water Another wish in the well For someone who don't swim so well But you know time will only tell Let's hope the feather tips the scale At the gates of hell 11. The Game Music & lyrics by Joey Eppard
Way down
Way down Underneath the garden Wrapped up in some plastic Thats where you'll find the bones Of Christopher John Bittner He was the first slain by my hand He was the bass player in my band But I'd had all I could stand Of the game Well it started with the little things He'd make a mess he'd break his strings He'd book us gigs and then forget the days On practice days he'd seldom show And by the time he did it was time to go And in the studio he finally sealed his fate I put him way down Way down Underneath the garden Wrapped up in some plastic That's where you'll find the bones Of Christopher John Bittner He was the first slain by my hand He was the bass player in my band But I had all I could stand Of the game Well we played on through the summer heat But Josh could hardly keep the beat It seemed as though he drifted into space Always upstairs drinking forties Or outside chasing shorties I finally had to put him in his place I put him way down Way down Underneath my bedroom Walled up in the basement That's where you'll find the bones Of little Joshy Eppard Not the first slain by my hand He was the drummer in my band But I had all I could stand Of the game Well I guess that I've gone over board 'Cause as I sit and strum these chords They sure could use a bass line and a beat And now the mirror makes me hault I realize it's all my fault It's time to turn these Murderous hands on me And I'll be waydown, waydown Underneath the garden Walled up in the basement That's where you'll find the bones Of guys without replacement I'll be the last slain by my hand I'm gonna reunite the band And we'll be in another land All the same All the same All the same All the same |