Dead! A Conversation With Concrete

I couldn’t do it all again

I couldn’t be a broken wall

I could not stand to take those blows

Well they would pay to watch me fall

I could not stand the static sound

Couldn’t take the noise they made

I will never apologize for nothing

I will never be a slave

I’ll still walk home in the rain

Convince myself these streets talk

I feel alive again

I will never stop

And if you come for me

And if you come for me

Then you’ll see

When the sirens came around

The cards came out to play

You were bold and you were brash with things I’ll never say

Well look how they appoint a king

Misplacing guilt for blame

They say they’ll protest and still put crosses through their name

I’ll still walk home in the rain

Convince myself these streets talk

I feel alive again

I will never stop

And if you come for me

And if you come for me

Then you’ll see

It’s okay it’s okay

He’s on the phone

He said why couldn’t you just leave this alone?

Old wounds heal slow but you’ll never know

Old wounds heal slow but you’ll never know

It’s okay it’s okay

He’s on the phone

He said why couldn’t you leave this alone?

Old wounds heal slow but you’ll never know

Old wounds heal slow but you’ll never know

I’ll still walk home in the rain

Convince myself these streets talk

I feel alive again

I will never stop

And if you come for me

And if you come for me

Then you’ll see

It’s okay it’s okay

He’s on the phone

He said why couldn’t you leave this alone?

Old wounds heal slow but you’ll never know

Old wounds heal slow but you’ll never know

(I think I will do all of this again and then)

It’s okay, it’s okay

He’s on the phone

He said why couldn’t you leave this alone?

Dead! You’re So Cheap

Can you, take these threads out my mouth?

I’m sick of spitting them on the ground

Well can you, please just shut your mouth?

I’m sick of hearing your sound

I’m sick of hearing your sound

I’ve got your ashtray honey, to try to keep

You from stubbing your smokes, out on me

Lucky for me that you’re so cheap

I’ve got your ashtray honey, so you could see

That you can be a bitch

And you can take it too far

You’ve got your hand on my mouth

Well I guess that’s a start

And I’m seeing this empty spaces, empty faces

Say this is a waste of my time

I’ve got your ashtray honey, to try to keep

You from stubbing your smokes, out on me

Lucky for me that you’re so cheap

I’ve got your ashtray honey, so you could see

This is the writing of

All the thoughts in your head

She’s got her high beams on

So maybe you should clean your bed

I’ve got your ashtray honey, to try to keep

You from stubbing your smokes, out on me

Lucky for me that you’re so cheap

You’re so cheap

You’re so cheap

Oh ain’t it lucky for me?

I’ve got your ashtray honey, to try to keep

You from stubbing your smokes, out on me

Lucky for me that you’re so cheap

I’ve got your ashtray honey, so you could see

Lucky for me that you’re so cheap

I’ve got your ashtray honey, so you could see

Dead! Petrol & Anaesthetic

I am a grenade, you are a metal grate

I throw myself at you but I will not break

You are the bloody boot pressed into my head

You are the reason that they don’t care

Let me steal the show please

He’s got nothing but sleaze

He’s got the cards up his sleeves

The kings are at home

Let me steal the show please

He’s got nothing but sleaze

He’s got the cards up his sleeves

The kings are at home

Pour petrol on my clothes

Anaesthetic in my gums

Throw away the words I wrote

I declare my demons have won

Darling look oh we’re in such a mess

And you’ve got my heart trapped in a masochistic check

This part right now is where you load your gun

For when my back is turned I guess that you have won

Let me steal the show please

He’s got nothing but sleaze

He’s got the cards up his sleeves

The kings are at home

Let me steal the show please

He’s got nothing but sleaze

He’s got the cards up his sleeves

The kings are at home

Pour petrol on my clothes

Anaesthetic in my gums

Throw away the words I wrote

That switch in your bedroom

That hides everything you do

Has another fingerprint

Your bedside lamp is your own best friend

Pour petrol on my clothes

Pour petrol on my clothes

Anaesthetic in my gums

Throw away the words I wrote

That switch in your bedroom

That hides everything you do

Has another fingerprint

Your bedside lamp is your own best friend

(Friend)

I declare my demons have won

I declare my demons have won

(Fuck)

Dead! Any Port

Where do you go after a storm

When it’s all come down and you’re the only one

And your shoes are letting the water in

But you’re grateful for the pain

And you wanna go sit, get a coffee inside

But you say you still need the rain, the rain, the rain

I’ll tie a rope around the sun

Tie the end around my bed

My own personal saviour for the victims in my head

Are you always this extroverted

I’d like to ask if I could learn it

If you’ve got knuckles to drag then I got bones to sweep

Any port in a storm, can you hear me

If you’ve got knuckles to drag then I got bones to sweep

Any port in a storm, can you hear me

The angels with war paint on their face

Look how they march for you

Look how they march for fame

It’s a cold, it’s a rock, it’s a hard place to stay

It’s a hard place to stay

If you’ve got knuckles to drag then I got bones to sweep

Any port in a storm, can you hear me

If you’ve got knuckles to drag then I got bones to sweep

Any port in a storm, can you hear me

Can you hear me

Can you hear me

If I got knuckles to drag then I got bones to sweep

How will your secrets keep

How will your secrets keep

If I got knuckles to drag then I got bones to sweep

How will your secrets keep

How will your secrets keep

How will your secrets keep

How will your secrets keep

How will your secrets keep

How will your secrets keep

Can you hear me

If you’ve got knuckles to drag then I got bones to sweep

Any port in a storm, can you hear me

If you’ve got knuckles to drag then I got bones to sweep

Any port in a storm, can you hear me

Bones to sweep

Can you hear me

Bones to sweep

Can you hear me

Dead! History

All these old roads and all these old streets

Remind me of people that I used to see

Now I’m gone

Not a friend left behind

Do you remember the time we stared into the night?

Now what’s between us is nothing but a fight

And a few

Bloody thoughts

We thought that we would conquer by the age of eighteen

And now it’s all forgotten, or so it seems

And I’m so lost

And I can’t do a thing

Tell me you remember, and tell me you still feel

The way that we did, whilst walking the fields

Of our youth

That we left behind

But now what is left is just a broken town

The den that we made to shut ourselves out

Has been taken back

By the routes that we turned down

Now like the tides that shipping our homes

Oh, I have changed, more than you would know

And I’m so lost

I don’t want to fall down

But now I am gone and I swear I’ll make you proud

And I sure hope you’re okay now, I am not around

And I’ll take all these memories, lock them away

And I’m so sorry that I was not here to stay

We thought that we would conquer by the age of eighteen

And now it’s all forgotten, or so it seems

And I’m so lost

And I can’t do a thing

Now like the tides that shipping our homes

Oh, I have changed, more than you would know

And I’m so lost

I don’t want to fall down

Woah oh, it’s our history, history

Oh oh, it’s our history, history

Oh oh, it’s our history, history

Oh oh, don’t be history

To me

Dead! W9

Warm us in the streetlight that sweet amber glow

Put me in your favourite dress and see how I go

‘Cos tonight they are tame in the morning they’ll be wicked

They say you gotta wait your turn oh, they weren’t kidding

And the man behind the register has the same look on his face

I think he understands me more than this terminal place

You’ve got a hot hot head with your filthy vowels

There’s disdain amongst you actions and the way you hold yourself

Did you shine your gun?

Did you and your God make peace?

I hope he left you on your bedroom floor deserted and without peace

I can feel the warm breeze out from the city’s fringes

And fuck the guy who came and tried to kick the door off its hinges

These red stone valleys and all of their turns

They make a map of everything that I want to learn, to learn

You’ve got a hot hot head with your filthy vowels

There’s disdain amongst you actions and the way you hold yourself

Did you shine your gun?

Did you and your God make peace?

I hope he left you on your bedroom floor deserted and without peace

Without a single hour of uninterrupted sleep

When you wake up to check the curtains

The cupboards

The light switches

The doorways

Just to find anyway

Any way

To try and stay

(Warm us in the streetlight that sweet amber glow

Put me in your favourite dress and see how I go)

Dead! Off White Paint

You take the back door I’ll watch the front

You grab the keys, I’ll grab the bonds

They’re coming down the stairs another ’round the front

Burgundy on this off white paint

Is what they said they want

I’ll never do it again, I’ll never do it again

I won’t drop my guard but the look in his eye

Says he ain’t got the guts to take this shot

I’ll follow you out the back into your car

Well I must admit my plans end here

I didn’t think we’d come this far

I didn’t think we’d make it here

Well the lines on your face match up with the days

From the time that you wasted, time that you wasted, oh

Cruising at 50 but it feels like a ton

That just keeps dragging me down

And it won’t stop till it’s won

I’ve had these plans since I was young

Next time I’m out of your sight

You’ll know that I’ll be gone

This morning is softened by a few shots to the neck

Left bleeding and skin cracks from my lips

Left bleeding and skin cracks from my lips

Well the lines on your face match up with the days

From the time that you wasted, time that you wasted, oh

Well the lines on your face match up with the days

From the time that you wasted, time that you wasted, oh

It’s not love, it’s not faith, it’s not anything

It’s not love, it’s not faith, it’s not anything

Time that you wasted, oh

Time that you wasted, oh

Dead! Youth Screams & Fades

Youth screams and fades in the back of a child’s eye

A lonely old wise guy

These days are stealing away

Find similar minds, coupled with fights

Oh mechanic cut the brakes

And you will become part of a role

Imperfectly balanced but perfectly whole

And you will hate art

And say it’s a drag

Oh, you will love routine

Oh, you are going mad

You can’t diagnose what works but know that

But it does, it does, it does

You never know when to let go

Of the buzz, the buzz, the buzz

The older you get

The lesser you love

The word becomes a question

It becomes a bluff

You’ll play these old rock songs to death

You’ll be cast aside but you’ll be more adept

At cutting through these cable ties

Deep in my wrists

My hands behind

We won’t go quite or come gracefully

It’s been a long time coming

Ain’t it funny to see?

Youth screams and fades decays over time

There’s nothing left but you in my mind

Scratch away the photo on your I.D. page

This is not who you know

This is but a strange limbo place that you frequent

This is not supposed to make sense

(This is really not supposed to make sense)

This limbo place that you frequent

This is not supposed to make sense

This limbo place that you frequent

This is not supposed to make sense

This limbo place that you frequent

This is not supposed to make sense

(I think it’s important to mention at the end of this chapter

This is not a hindsight

This not a mirror at 1am

This is not a soliloquy from a back room play

This is not a bench on a public walkway

This is not a defining moment

This is)

We won’t go quite or come gracefully

It’s been a long time coming

Ain’t it funny to see?

Youth screams and fades decays over time

There’s nothing left but you in my mind

So here we stand

7.4 billion people

Staring into the face of beautiful adversity

A flash bang in defiance of mortality

A rebellion

A surrender

Connected by wires but never more apart

The golden age of not even trying

Your last words but your first breath

You won’t find your saviour on radio

But maybe somehow it’ll make sense

And in a universe of infinite moments, you will never feel this way again

Want it

Scream for it

Here’s a toast to everyone we’ve met

Every person

Every connection

Every conversation

Every moment with your doubts in the night

Every hand held

Every kiss shared

Every teenage romance

Every drunk phone call

Every mistake make

Every fight lost

Every hello

Every goodbye

Every cut

Every drug

Every touch

Every fuck

And now at the end

Fade to black

Cue title

Youth screams and fades

Dead! Something More Original

You bit down so hard on the curb that you ate it

You took all these parts but you couldn’t make it

Apathetic, Senile. That’s just how you run

It’s hard to be on the move when your ego weighs a ton

I said, “My my, they’re looking to take this off

My my, she’s looking to get me off

I would frequent a little longer if I thought it was true

We got places to be and we got bodies to move.”

This ain’t a truce from me to you

It’s a masquerade for a bitter truth

This ain’t a truce from me to you

It’s a consequence for a bitter you

The more that you move you’re just kicking up dust

And it gets in my eyes it’s making me lust

For a water for a drink

For something to think

Something more original than “I don’t wanna sink”

I said “My my, they’re looking to take this off

My my, she’s looking to get me off

I would frequent a little longer if I thought it was true

We got places to be and we got bodies to move.”

This ain’t a truce from me to you

It’s a masquerade for a bitter truth

This ain’t a truce from me to you

It’s a consequence for a bitter you

They’re gonna make a card out of you

They’re gonna put you on a shelf facing the evening news

You wanna rewrite, oh for goodness sake

But now you’ve gone and fallen down in the fireplace

This ain’t a truce from me to you

It’s a masquerade for a bitter truth

This ain’t a truce from me to you

It’s a consequence for a bitter you

It’s a masquerade for a bitter truth

It’s a consequence for a bitter you

A consequence for a bitter you

Dead! Beautiful Broken Bones

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la

They ain’t never gonna catch us now

From the back of the room she walks across

In her eyes you could tell she was lost

She was the one who wasn’t supposed to get away

So I said to her “How do you do?

I couldn’t help but notice you

You seem to have a burden you carry around”

So this is for the lost, the broken, and the damned

Any time I hold this gun, take my hand

This is for the hearts, that weaken every day

Any time I hold this gun, we’ll find our way

You took my hand, led me astray

We moved on to darker days

This city wasn’t ready for us to (ready for us to)

When her money came, she whispered to me

“You can’t fix everybody

Some people are meant to be beautiful broken bones”

We’re star-crossed, look in your eyes

We all fled into the night

They were never gonna let us get away

So scream it out to the world

This is for the lost, the broken, and the damned

Any time I hold this gun, take my hand

This is for their hearts, that weaken every day

Any time I hold this gun, we’ll find our way

All we are beautiful broken bones

All we are beautiful broken bones

All we are beautiful broken bones

All we are beautiful broken bones

All we are beautiful broken bones

La (so scream it to the world)

La la la la la

La (so much your heart cries out)

La la, la (we’ll put our hands together)

La la la la la la (and send them straight back to hell)

La (we’ll be a wave of this noise)

La la la la la, la (now sing it with me boys)

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la

They ain’t never gonna catch us now

So this is for the lost, the broken, and the damned

Any time I hold this gun, take my hand

This is for the hearts, that weaken every day

Any time I hold this gun, we’ll find our way

So this is for the lost, the broken, and the damned

Any time I hold this gun, take my hand

This is for the hearts, that weaken every day

Any time I hold this gun, we’ll find our way