DROPPING HOUSES Where you headed, baby Off the wagon, out the door Don t you see me close as you ll allow You won t pick up calls From that number anymore But I m not dropping houses on you now So you give it the old heave ho till the bitter end You re giving it all you ve got, but you never win Everybody s laughing as you fall on your face again But you re giving it all you ve got till the bitter end Haven t seen you in so long I wouldn t know your face I almost could forget the things you said Tiles in the roadway Say you re part of outer space Laid in bare cement and painted red (Spent so long sucking on a snake bite Trying to keep the venom from entering the bloodstream) Give it the old heave ho till the bitter end You re giving it all you ve got, but you never win Everybody s laughing as you fall on your face again But you give it the old heave ho till the bitter end Where you headed, baby Off the wagon, out the door Don t you see me close as you ll allow You won t pick up calls From that number anymore But I m not dropping houses on you now (Spent so long sucking on a snake bite Trying to keep the venom from entering the bloodstream) So you give it the old heave ho till the bitter end You re giving it all you ve got, but you never win Everybody s laughing as you fall on your face again But you give it the old heave ho till the bitter end Words: Lisa Walker, Chuck Cleaver
SHE S KILLED HUNDREDS Spring was never waiting for us, girl We existed on the underside of heaven Remembering a time when we were green The smells were thick and new again The sky some kind of blue again She s killed hundreds, maybe more The afterlife is unattractive when it smiles But it pays you compliments and brings you flowers So you give it the attention that it needs You laugh until it wears you down It corners you and stares you down She s killed hundreds, maybe more Spring was never waiting for us, girl We existed on the underside of heaven Remembering a time when we were green The smells were thick and new again The sky some kind of blue again She s killed hundreds, maybe more Words: Chuck Cleaver
DONNY S DEATH SCENE The enemy came at us with a boot knife We gave em hell with everything we got A distant ghostly cry See the cameras pan the sky And pastel stars change color in the lot Fear, it takes the form of a stranger And travels through like electricity Now that we are headed out of danger You re shaking in the glare of the marquee Donny s fading in the bright Bowling alley lights I didn t hear a shot ring out But a man is down tonight A man is down tonight Like so many others of his generation Taken from the world before his time He played a perfect game Gave the spelling of his name To the cashier for the winner s outdoor sign And I can t seem to pull it all together So here we join him to his ocean bride Inside her stranglehold He was a faithful soldier In the service of her rising morning tide. Now Donny s fading in the bright Bowling alley lights I didn t hear a shot ring out But a man is down tonight A man is down tonight Words: Lisa Walker
GONE Z-28 Four barrel carb Someone just called the cops Out the door Across the yard And they re gone gone gone Train trestle eight Outside of town Flood waters underneath A suit of clothes Was all they found And he s gone gone gone If Jesus saves He d better run All outta cigarettes Broken heart Loaded gun And she s gone gone gone And he s gone gone gone And they re gone gone gone Words: Chuck Cleaver
HELLO, I M A GHOST It s been nearly two years We had barely begun As of now you ve undressed 700 more times And I ve missed every one You re in here somewhere But I wouldn t say missed Although there was a time when I d fight for a sign It no longer exists I can be any damn thing that I want So hello, I m a ghost My blinders were on And my hat was pulled down When you put your index up to your lips I would not make a sound But those days are done And I speak when I choose It s easy to say anything that you want When there s nothing to lose I can be any damn thing that I want So hello, I m a ghost From the time I ve had thought I ve expected to die Every day is a race from point A to point B And I ve never known why I may not know much But at least I know this It may be wrapped up and tied with a bow But it isn t a gift I can be any damn thing that I want So hello, I m a ghost Words: Chuck Cleaver
HAND OF GOD It s the righteous arm So keep it loose The hand of God A poor excuse You ask for more But always knew The hand of God Would punish you All, all will be revealed Can you hold out For the silent seal When the fiery truth Will be revealed The rider pale From heaven s boat All six fingers Around your throat All, all will be revealed The seventh circle The final nod It s the mercy seat The hand of God All six fingers The righteous arm Will strike you down Will keep you warm All, all will be revealed Words: Lisa Walker
SIDEWALK SALE If you bought it at a five and dime If you bought it at a Goodwill store If you bought it at a sidewalk sale It ll be alright If you re mating with the latest sound Cohabitating with the latest sound Procreating with the latest sound It ll be alright If you re sucking on a chili dog Out in the desert where the heat is hot With a placenta falling to the floor It ll be alright If you re hanging with a strawberry blonde Getting drunk as fuck on Strawberry Hill Listening to the flip of Strawberry Fields It ll be alright If you bought it at a five and dime If you bought it at a Goodwill store If you bought it at a sidewalk sale It ll be alright Words: Chuck Cleaver
BETTER DAYS Who robbed the wishing well Looks like there s nothing coming true Coins trailing up the path And at the end they lead to you These are the better days These are the better days, or not Like a carousel That doesn t move in time Much too soon to tell Far too late to fly Sailing through the gates In a haunted ride Past your greatest fear To the other side These are the better days These are the better days, or not Who robbed the wishing well Looks like there s nothing coming true Coins trailing up the path And at the end they lead to you Kinda like your lost Deep inside the crowd The high ropes were too much The circus was too loud You said your great escape Was leaving your hometown Just another kid Tired of hanging round These are the better days These are the better days, or not Words: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker
MAJESTIC-12 The 7th Is Made up of Phantoms Marching in formation past your door It s dangerous and lonely in the hallways And the oceans lay behind the tile floor But I don t know Maybe it s no use You never showed At least you didn t lose Just leave the motorcade and hit the Skyway No one will believe you anyway You ve been killing all your time in a low state Now you can sing a battle hymn for holiday But I don t know Maybe it s no use You never showed At least you didn t lose It s not your failed endeavor That lights up your name forever You jump and break the tether You fall just like a feather The light of other worlds held fast around you As they fly, those Majic Eyes begin to weep Suspended like a miracle from heaven Above the pines that watch you as you sleep That watch you as you sleep Watch you as you sleep But I don t know Maybe it s no use You never showed At least you didn t lose Yeah, I don t know Baby, it s no use You never showed At least you didn t lose It s not your failed endeavor That lights up your name forever You jump and break the tether You fall just like a feather Words: Lisa Walker
MY PARADE If you ve given you heart to yesterday Stay right where you are But if you re playing a part in the great escape I ll meet you at the car You can roll with me tonight In my parade Roll with me tonight In my parade If you ve done it for years but forgotten lines And you re sleeping wide awake If you ve taken to tears in the best of times Give yourself a break And roll with me tonight In my parade Roll with me tonight In my parade If you ve given you heart to yesterday Stay right where you are But if you re playing a part in the great escape I ll meet you at the car Words: Chuck Cleaver