Birds Talk Too - Laura Jane Grace

Got a brown paper back and a bottle of pills, If the smokes don't kill me, the whiskey will, It's getting where I can't tell which way's which, Old habits die hard, and it's a son of a bitch. A few women tried to kill me with lips like cocaine, I tried to move to different cities and change my name, Got fed up said I don't want no more, Tonight their all knockin' on my back door. I'm too young to feel this damn old, The days are hell and the nights are cold, Lessons learned and the truth be told, I'm too young to feel this damn old. Spent half of my life on the road or high, Said a lot of hellos and too many goodbyes, I could stick around here but I'd get the itch, Old habits die hard and it's a son of a bitchh I'm too young to feel this damn old, The days are hell and the nights are cold, Lessons learned and the truth be told, I'm too young to feel this damn old. Got a brown paper back and a bottle of pills, If the smokes don't kill me, the whiskey will, It's getting where I can't tell which way's which, Old habits die hard, and it's a son of a bitch. I'm too young to feel this damn old, The days are hell and the nights are cold, Lessons learned and the truth be told, I'm too young to feel this damn old.

Maybe I should be more discrete Serve you up some sugary sweet I could be the wildest of childs That's not a real feat Blessings come but favors they go Troubled by the whispers they know I could sink but I'm not the type I don't need to hide YOU WANT ME NOW BUT THAT'S NOT ENOUGH COS I WANT YOU FOR A LIFETIME YOU SAY IT LOUD BUT YOU TALK TOO MUCH I STILL WANT YOU FOR A LIFETIME TODAY I can leave but I stay to pray Maybe on my knees you'll fail No one moved so no one got hurt This could be the day that you'll learn... today.

She's too pretty to say please For anything she needs It's easier to leave Than put her hands out Just because you know a singer that she likes Name a younger her get two or three speed pipe Don't think for a second that you're ever in the herds that she rides As soon as you go thinking you're the one she wants You're all alone and you can't kill what you ain't caught She ain't leaving with you just because you are the one that she brought She's too pretty to say please, Be called your company. Bullying the leaves Can't end the daylight. It's when the season changes she won't be around The grass in Paterson has started to turn brown And you can't be but in between She can't get the whole words out Your head is swimming, kid, but you don't say a lot Another handsome face and yours will be forgot And that's no way to be and wonder does she love me, love me not? No no no no No no no no No no no no No no no no She's too pretty to say please She keeps the boys Wondering Is this one I can't believe Can never find out Can never find out Can never find out Gonna never find out

I am thankful to be invited into your beautiful home I am thankful to be invited into your beautiful home I'll share the air Drink of your water Sit on your veranda Enjoy some of the summer Night air, not humid like it was when I was young Too north, not deep south which is where I come from This is what we have become Look into the mirror and see all the years gone Listen to the music and talk about what it was like When we were young Remember friends we once were now gone Remember friends we once were now gone Remember friends we once were now gone I am thankful to be invited into your beautiful home I am thankful to be invited into your beautiful home I am thankful to be invited into your beautiful home I am thankful to be invited into your beautiful home

If love endured that ancient cross How precious is my Savior's blood The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame The image of love upon death's frame If having my heart was worth the pain What joy could You see beyond the grave If love found my soul worth dying for How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace If heaven now owns that vacant tomb How great is the hope that lives in You? The passion that tore through hell like a rose The promise that rolled back death and its stone If freedom is worth the life You raised (oh) Where is my sin, where is my shame? (Oh, Jesus) If love paid it all to have my heart How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on, you sing) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace (oh, when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom (come on) When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace (when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome Guess I'm a little bit shy Why don't you like me? Don't you like me Without making me try? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! How can I help, how can I help How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby Putting my life on the brink Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over? Should I look older To be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad, yeah So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! Alright Grace Kelly Here we go I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? (Why?) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! (Oh, yeah) (Why don't you walk out that door) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Grace, Grace, Grace) walk out the door! (Grace, Grace Kelly)

Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence causes silence Who are we mistaken? But you see, it's not me It's not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are crying What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken It's the same old theme In two thousand eighteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their guns, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are dyin' What's in...