mr_zero

my best friend wrote and sang this song, I love it to death, I think you might appericate the lyrics


(name of song) sunset hills

climb up into bed cold dirty and wet
chasing after hurricanes, dancing like a merrionette
15 brittle fingers wrapped around the poles
choking on their neckties as they put you in the hole
piled up in the boneyards, burning like a cigarette

rise to face the music but it's written on your back
stomping through the killin' fields fillin up a blood stained sack
peel back an onion cause your running outta tears
play your cards right pops, you might just live another year,
leave behind your memories tied up on the donkey's back

and move into sunset hills, cause he's go insane without his pills
but if he did you probly couldn't tell
in the basement he keeps, his 45 ACPs
so he can grab 'em on his way to hell
they got some crazy haitian lady looking after the kids,
screamin "i'll eat your cat if you don't go to bed"
and up on the third floor, they lock up the lifts,
so you can't get down once you flip your lid

pounding out a rag on the keys in the hall
saturdays the sing-along, sunday there's a shuttle to the mall
step up on the scale and weigh against the tere
reach across the bedsheets but there ain't nobody there
rolling down the corridor banging your head against the wall

long long gone, ain't seen your face in years
the suns been digging trenches, time done took it's toll between your ears
if she could see you now she wouldn't know your voice
never sent no chariot, you aint even had a choice
chasing after hurricanes, dancing on the graves of your fears

on up there at sunset hills, they got some time to kill, so he killed em all and left em in the dust
burnt down the record room, drove home drunk, pulled into the river with his lawyer in the trunk
etc...

hanging from a wooden chair, screaming for help,
lookin in the mirror trying to find yourself, allright
biting on an orderly, singing a song, baby bet you never thought it'd last this long
countin the ceramic tiles, on your back, g'on prayin for a heart attack
wooooooooooooooo oooo ooo ooooooo oo ooo


dogs they's a growlin,
don't nobody know what for
dead, they's a risin'
draggin their chains across the floor

heaven, she's a cryin',
puttin out all the fires below
reachin' down with lightnin'
bringin home all the righteous souls

devil plays a violin,
he could fiddle his way right out a hole
saints left us all alone
what we gonna do now, nobody knows

on a blackout sun, that tide gonna come, lookin for blood on your front door
don't care if you're first born, or second born.. well this might be the end
but what it look like ain't never been told
feel like i'm floating when that tide cuts me open

the saints they's a ramblin home
done left us all alone, what we gonna do now nobody know


[Edited on Jan 06, 2006 7:00AM]