Testo Grudge Music - Every Time I Die
Testo della canzone Grudge Music (Every Time I Die), tratta dall'album Ex Lives (Deluxe Edition)
Deaf, blind, credit blocked
Content to graze with familiar stock
Local or not, in English black
We don't venture into the fog
Homeward bound again
Not twenty steps from the door
Dispensable as cooks at sea
Journalists sent to war
No one found me spellbinding
No one offered me a drink
But by crippled hands at the potter's wheel
I was given shape and sex appeal
Sent to work the graveyard shift in heaven's shady sea
Legend to the peasants there
Lies had caught me unaware
I've wandered into your graces
So how do I get out?
I want out
I want out
I want out
It's been quiet for too long
But pompous phrases and alarms can't help you now
And every pervert outside of every fence
Has had his fill of your kids, he's clocking out
Such indecisive crusaders
A martyr made into a scenic blur
Look out into a left behind with wounded pride
No one finds me spellbinding
No one's buying me a drink
I've been fed to the lions
Left high and dry by the eighth circle of hell
Where are the spoils?
I want the ticker tape parade
Damn these filthy rats
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Taylor Buckley, Andrew John Williams, Keith Michael Buckley, Joshua C. Newton, Ryan Kerry Rejan Leger
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