Post by Police Moderator on Oct 27, 2012 7:04:13 GMT -5
"300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues"
I'm bringing back ghosts
That are no longer there
I'm gettin' hard on myself
Sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's three people in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
Well, I can't keep from laughin'
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour out-pour blues
I'm breakin' my teeth off
Tryin' to bite my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women
That I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that color which never fails
To turn me blue...
So I just swallow it and hold on to it
And use it to scare the hell out of you
I have a woman,
Says, "Come and watch me bleed'
And I'm wonderin', just how I can do that
And still give her everything that she needs
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
And one of them's got to be you
But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
Singin' these three hundred mile per hour out-pour blues
Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
On this winter night
Every time you get defensive,
You're just looking for a fight...
It's safe to sing, "Somebody out there's got a problem"
With almost anything you'll do
Well, next time they stab... You don't fight back, just play the victim
Instead of playin' the fool...
And the roads are covered with a million little molecules
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
With pieces of pencil eraser, too
Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all
Of my ashes too...
But, I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential out-pour blues
One thing's for sure: In that graveyard...
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes