A Woman Scream

Phone it in again, another in bank, I'm spoiled by the riches I had a line to remember and I wrote it in the sand Tried to go get it but the tide swooned We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win You bet We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me? We share without knowing Screams soaring in every direction We sweat like boat builders and marvel at our work Smiling at the imperfections We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win We will get up to get down Keep the faith, sing loud We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me? Why'd I wait so long to break these chains! Give them our regards out there Tell them we'll be back again New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you (Smiling at the imperfections) (As they disappeared over the horizon) From Rain City to Gainesville we ran Then back to Melville again With whiskey-soaked tales, half-forgotten Still in the bottle at the bottom Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me? Why'd I wait so long to take the reins of my life! Why'd I wait so long to break these chains! Why'd I wait so long to take the reins! We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory here (I've been guilty, I know that, believe me) (I admit, I've been bored, I've been lazy) Down and out on Cherokee Street Give our regards to them 'til we return again New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you (Somewhere near you)

I am just waiting in a room I only sleep but half the time I am berating onlookers now Silently greeting pleasant eyes Hello I am just waiting in a room My mind will slip from time to time I am relaying from the roof now Messages bouncing from the wires It's another day of fucking up a racehorse Water mains will rinse off the mud Burn away the mark of our maker now While we're alive I am just waiting in a room My body lets the tale unwind It tells how money turns the world around This body welcomed its demise It's another day of fucking up a racehorse Water mains will rinse off the mud Burn away the image, pull the blinders down And with hope, a sound will mean the end Our monikers Are phrases uttered His was wakes the others His family is dead They follow close to our tail How are we gonna save ourselves? They follow close to our tail How are we gonna save ourselves? How are we gonna save ourselves? Lasix, Selenium Thrush, rain rot, Premarin Dragged by the nose Trotted out for the motorists Foal scours, paralysis Puncture site abscesses Sodium pentobarbitol Euphoriants Glutamine, Zithromax Cialis, Celebrex No one is safe 'Till my horse wins again The bastard strangle of This hateful world Is a captive bolt gun We're disposable Why are we so angry? Why are we so bored? Why are we so angry? We can't say no, not anymore Why are we so angry? Why are we so bored? Why are we so angry? We can't say no, not anymore 'Till my horse wins again

My heart is low, my heart is so low As only a woman's heart can be As only a woman's, as only a woman's As only a woman's heart can know The tears that drip From my bewildered eyes Taste of bitter sweet romance You're still in my hopes You're still on my mind And even though I manage on my own My heart is low, my heart is so low As only a woman's heart can be As only a woman's, as only a woman's As only a woman's heart can know When restless eyes Reveal my troubled soul And memories flood my weary heart I mourn for my dreams I mourn for my wasted love And while I know that I'll survive alone My heart is low, oh my heart is so low As only a woman's heart can be As only a woman's, as only a woman's As only a woman's heart can know My heart is low, oh my heart is so low As only a woman's heart can be As only a woman's, as only a woman's As only a woman's heart can know Only a woman's heart can know.

참 오래 됐나봐 이 말 조차 무색 할 만큼 니 눈빛만 봐도 널 훤히 다 아는 니 친구처럼 너의 그림자 처럼 늘 함께 했나봐 니가 힘들때나 슬플때 외로워 할때도 너 이별 앓고서 아파할때도 니 눈물 닦아준 한 여자가 있어 널 너무 사랑한 한 여자가 있어 사랑해 말도 못하는 니 곁에 손 내밀며 꼭 다을거리에 자신보다 아끼는 널 가진 내가 있어 너를 웃게 하는 일 마치 그것만 생각하고 언제 어디서나 너를 바라보고 널 그리워 하고 니 걱정만 하는 한 여자가 있어 널 너무 사랑한 한 여자가 있어 사랑해 말도 못하는 니 곁에 손 내밀며 꼭 닿을 거리에 자신보다 아끼는 널 가진 내가 있어 천번쯤 삼키고 또 만번쯤 추스려 보지만 말하고 싶어 미칠것 같은데 널 와락 난 안고 싶은데 한 남자가 있어 이런 날 모르는 사랑 받으면서 사랑인줄도 모르는 나만큼 꼭 바보같은 슬픈 널 두고 이 순간도 눈물이 나지만 행복한 걸

Looking for someone to bless you? You know I do what I do. Punch drunk, in a haze. In disorder. In that order. Say a Hail Mary, you'll catch a fish. Won't save you from my nonsense. Smoked to death, I got nerves to wreck. Don't forget: I'm in your corner. I decided long ago to throw those years away. Used to be in misery, but no more. I know I've been a sinner, that's just my history. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead yet, so don't tell 'em. Shit lists, I've been on a few. I'll make some more before I'm through. Ripping through my veins, ice water. And if you wanna, call me after midnight. I'll be listening to Running With The Devil I decided long ago to throw those years away. Used to be in misery, but no more. I know I've been a sinner, that's just my history. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead. Sometimes the choice is the stick or the whip. Either way I don't give a shit. We all got to pay dues. 'Cuz when you're Rocking In The Free World, it don't come cheap. And that's the way it'll always be. 'Til I'm old and gray. Til I'm dead to the world, I've got a show tonight So call me after midnight. I'll do the same, in your honour, 'til I'm a goner I decided long ago to throw those years away. Used to be in misery, but no more. I know I've been a sinner, that's just my history. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead yet, so don't tell 'em.

Down in the gutter, heart's in the dumps. Suicide blues, pour me another. Your little monster's "all growns up". Much too much. Enough's enough. You can find me at the bottom of a lake With a dollar in my pocket and a bullet in the brain. With the face that said This Means War. You think you got me but I'm gonna get you back. Silent like a mouse, I smell a rat. I've got a promise, what you've got I'm gonna get. Except those suicide blues. You can keep them. You can find me at the bottom of a lake With a dollar in my pocket and a bullet in the brain. With the face that said This Means War. I've been thinking 'bout the way that you've been doing me wrong. About the way that you've been taking the piss out of me. The smile's all teeth. This face said This Means War. I'll wait 'til the priest stands over me. I'll wait 'til it pours out in eulogies. I'll wait for the fire, the brimstone. I'll wait 'til the end of the world. I'll wait 'til the end of the world. I'll wait 'til the end of the world To get the last laugh on you To get the last laugh on you. I'm gonna get the last laugh on you If it's the last thing I do. You can find me at the bottom of a lake With a dollar in my pocket and a bullet in the brain. With the face that said This Means War. A face that said This Means War. I'll wait 'til the priest stands over me. I'll wait 'til it pours out in eulogies. I'll wait for the fire, the brimstone. I'll wait 'til the end of the world. I'll wait 'til the end of the world. I'll wait 'til the end of the world I'll wait 'til the end of the world I'll wait 'til the end of the world I'll wait 'til the end of the world To get the last laugh on you To get the last laugh on you To get the last laugh on you To get the last laugh on you

This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran It fits me better than a smile on a dead man Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional rock I've strangled necks of ages with the fabric of new words The bar withstood the raising, which taste makers allowed One fire to block the exit, two palms to block the sound As each bulb smashed from the ceiling at the lighthouse And with the weight of a monolith perched on a guiltless chest Once a witness you can't shake the thought of 15 year old dick ornaments On kabuki faced jocks hair sprayed up the ass Wide open, inviting the next pop rock star asshole Well I won't be failed anymore And I won't play fair anymore All eyes are on the lighthouse collapsing I've strangled necks of ages with the fabric of new words The fires were amazing, why would you put those out? And what the gun was not erasing, these bare hands snuffed right out When each bulb smashed from the ceiling at the lighthouse You won't be failed anymore