Lyrics Waco World

PIGSVILLE

have you ever been to pigsville, honey?

listened to cold water in the mountains of steel shavings

did you get drunk at the wheelhouse, honey?

stealing fifths of whiskey

when you thought noone was listening

nothing you’ve done to feel ashamed of

have you ever been to pigsville, honey?

like you did someething evil but the memory is fuzzy

did you wake up on the carpet, honey?

next to that chalk outline, next to impossible

no, there’s nothing you’ve done to feel ashamed of

HELLO TO EVERYBODY

say hello to everybody

won’t you say hello for me

you see I can’t go back and forth no more

at least physically

standing on the hill in tess’ corners

waiting for the aliens

to take me to a warmer planet

where there is no consequence

sometimes you treat your friendships

like some kind of pyramid scheme

do you get some kind of bonus

for everyone you reel in?

say hello to everybody

won’t you say hello for me

from now on i’ll just imagine

i’m in the perfect company

it was coming down in buckets

so i duck into the dew drop inn

i always keep one eye on the door

you never know, you could spot a friend

when they fit me for my casket

what will they say about me?

“he met a lot of beautiful places

and he loved a lot of interesting things”

say hello to everybody

won’t you say hello for me

say hello

FIRE DOWN BELOW

In the texas whirlwind

with the robber’s tag

we did the grapevine twist

and the one night stand

square pegs in a round world

when it all comes down

nowhere else to go

fire down below

she had graveyard eyes

and bedroom tears

twisted sheets and irrational fears

she had a bleeding heart

and soft money to blow

nowhere else to go

fire down below

fire down below

poor poor barbarians

all busting chains

sweating bullets

back in the saddle again

we swallow the hook

and we lit the flames

nowhere else to go

fire down below

RED BRICK WALL

i’m standing in the alley with my hands on a red brick wall

seems the more i claim i’m innocent

the guiltier i become

since you left me baby, i’m never where i belong

seems no matter how i try

i just can’t stay out of wrong

got my hands behind my back

cuffs on my wrist

forget what i said earlier, baby

i’m not into this

standing in the alley with my hands on a red brick wall

seems the more i claim i’m innocent

the guiltier i become

on the day of his death i built jfk a shrine

i know just how he felt

i get murdered in texas everytime

THE HAND THAT THROWS THE BOTTLE DOWN

i had long suspected that we’d better be prepared

to give up on the notion that someone really cared

‘cos we’re walking in the daylight with the odds all stacking up

the hand that throws the bottle down won’t pick it back again

there goes the winner but the race was rigged

feel like a loser? well the fright was fixed

i don’t believe in fairplay and i don’t believe in luck

the hand that throws the bottle down won’t pick it back again

if i was born into the fast lane i’d go rollin on through

and you know i’m never ever going to slow down for you

i’ll be looking at a house that costs a million bucks

with a secret little doorway and a ladder i’d pull up

to protect their money men built banks

to protect the money they bought guns and tanks

the barrels are smoking and the chambers are hot

they’re no better than us they just got the better shot

with one arm tied behind the target on your back

you were born to take the fall you were bred to hit the mat

don’t expect a helping hand from someone up above

the hand that throws the bottle down won’t pick it back again

REGRETS

this world could never find me a place

i can’t make it long without being a disgrace

i’ve poured the whole bottle down my neck

and fallen on my face

this world could never find me a place

i’m gonna go out now and make some more regrets

i’m gonna take out anybody’s face that fits

i’ll drink that whole bottle of whiskey down

then smash it all to bits

i’m gonna go out now and make some more regrets

can’t say i never liked to lose a fight

but you crippled me with what you said last night

i’ll get that cheating friend of mine

and then i’ll set you right

can’t say i ever liked to lose a fight

TRAIN BACK IN TIME

please don’t cry little girl

this train goes back in time

returning to the station

returning there tonight

“go away from me, mister

save your cheer for someone else

tomorrow’s gone forever

like some long forgotten wealth”

although it’s hard to believe

you’ve been showing all the signs

returning to the station

this train goes back in time

DAY OF THE DEAD

the day of the dead is 24 hours long

the day of the dead is over for me

so sugar sweet, covered with flowers

and little white shells washed up by the sea

yes it’s all over, so make a decision

give up the ghosts now, the ashes and clay

come on over make a decision

pas like a shadow from night into day

gently gently, you’re moving over

out of the new world back into the last

all precious treasures we stood to inherit

are frozen in bank vaults somewehere in the past

when the dark of night fed you, when the sky clouded over

I could see your glass tremble, the limitless waste

so turn your back on tomorrow and that long black train rolling

pass like a shadow from night into day

BROKEN DOWN ROW

take your hand off the deadbolt don’t leave

wipe the tears from your eyes

cos i am not your enemy

can’t you see through my disguise

this cocaine’s got me ugly again i know

i was walking down the middle of the street

down a broken down row

saw an old friend i knew long ago

who had taken his sad life

said he couldn’t see an end to the pain

the struggling and strife

tripped on a curb turned round where did he go?

i was just coughing and spitting alone

on broken down row

these streets will be the death of me

if the bars don’t get me first

and i won’t get no better, oh no

before i get much worse

but now i know i love you, yes i know

please help me change my life

i can’t move down a broken down row

GOOD FOR ME

i know what’s good for me

i know what’s good but sometimes it’s good

to do all the other things

i know the preacher’s name

i know his name but nobody’s saying

don’t believe in what you see

i stole your heart

and i’m not giving it back

put it away in a shiny brass box

i stole your heart

cantina diablo

the walls are bright red, someone said

i can always find you there

devil be good to me

i know what’s good but sometimes it’s good

to do all the other things

CORRUPTED

i am so corrupted

i’m in partnership

with all the guilty treasures

that will sink this rusty ship

all the sinful cargo

that has dared to call my name

before it sends me back down

into the earth from which i came

red is the colour

of the city i call home

it’s the colour of the sky

above the streets where i roam

where now is the hour

and the hour is always late

the future’s a distraction

the past is a big mistake

he’ll take the hindmost

that devil in me

he’ll be the death

of my responsibilities

a leap in the dark

something over the hill

the devil may care

but i don’t think i will

raise your glass. raise your voice

and raise the dead

life’s run by too fast

too paint it anything but red

for a life of sin for a life of sin for a life of sin

there’s no calm before the storm that’s rollin in

in the crack of dawn in the dead of night

in the crack of doom

there’ll be peace in the valley on the dark side of the moon

on the day that i was born

no one gave me a map

but life can be a maze

yeah and life can be a trap

i’m a red rag to all the bull

i’m soaked in blood and wine

but i’ll paint myself back out

of this corner everytime

NORTHWOODS

old growth gives way to fertile valleys

are you lonely in the house you built

the city – it reeks of history

it’s so dramatic – insignificant

i was born

foot in my mouth

i was born

a little too far south

maybe we could stray off course for good

in the northwoods

tall trees, tall buildings and little taverns

are you lonely in the house you built?

they say the great ones all have premonitions

and i believe what i see at night

old growth gives way to fertile valleys

are you lonely in the house you built

and now they’re boarding up the project

could you be content?

is it finally enough?

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

out like a light in the dark of day

a phrase you repeated and then tossed away

feel the movement over water, the blade through the swell

a taxi driving slowly, backwards into hell

a grey light is flashing through the lashes to my brain

like bars on the window of the room where i lay

from the snap button shirt a pearly eye winks

red round the edges rolling backwards as we sink

the whiskey won’t drink me the song will not sing

the bed will ot sleep and we don’t feel a thing

can i tell you my friend, can i call you again

famous last words this is the end

Go to the top drown in my beer, soak me in wine

that’s why they called bars,’cos they keep me inside

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