Blood Spattered with Guitars - The Accidents

Guys with guitars At open mic bars Are so much better than guys with skateboards So much better than guys with books Guys with guitars sing over and over The same things that keep me awake at night Guys with guitars They listen to my songs Sing a song for me, don't be horrible I'll sing a song for you if you don't think it's terrible Let's go home, we don't understand What tomorrow's about anyway Write me a song And I'll sing along You won't marry me, I won't marry you But at least, tonight, we can pretend we'll do And then we will write a song People will sing along How he wouldn't marry her, she wouldn't marry him And the next day she'll fall in love with another Guy with a guitar At an open mic bar With a bursting heart just like her And a hungry soul always searching for more Guys with guitars Sing over and over The same line that I don't understand And together we don't understand it Together we don't understand it better Sing a song for me, don't be horrible I'll sing a song for you if you won't think it's terrible Let's go home, we don't understand What tomorrow's about anyway Write me a song And I'll sing along You won't marry me, I won't marry you But at least, tonight, we can pretend we'll do And then we will write a song People will sing along How he wouldn't marry her, she wouldn't marry him And the next day she'll fall in love with another guy... 'Cause she's in love with life And another guy... 'Cause she's in love with life And another Guy with a guitar At an open mic bar With a bursting heart, just like her And a hungry soul always searching for more

As He left is how He shall return Separating the sky It's up to you what choice will you decide Will you live or will you die? Many things are written, written in His word Prophecies being fulfilled Suffering and pain for the wicked ones But peace for those who have been sealed Time is short, now count the cost He will come back to judge the lost Time is short, now count the cost He will come back to judge the lost Earthquakes and famines A world that's filled with pain Hatred and war The suffering begins Earthquakes and famines A world that's filled with pain Vengeance and murder The earth is at its end As He left is how He shall return Separating the sky It's up to you what choice will you decide? Will you live or will you die? As He left is how He shall return Separating the sky It's up to you what choice will you decide Will you live or will you die?

The sin of the world was placed upon Him Leaving our filthy stains His holy body was placed in the earth For three days and three nights He descended low into the earth The place where spirits were held He took the keys of hell and death Plans of the enemy failed Into hell and back again Capturing captivity Into hell and back again Openly The battle has been won The battle has been won The tomb is empty He's alive The tomb is empty He's alive He ascended on high He ascended on high Arisen from the grave now we all can be saved The price for sin is now paid Arisen from the grave now we all can be saved The price for sin is now paid

Forsaken by His closest friends, Treated like a thief. See them draw their weapons; See them draw their swords. See them draw their weapons; They draw their swords. He was taken like a criminal, His innocence among the thieves. Liars, false witnesses, Scourged to please the crowd. With each lash the skin is torn. Whith each lash the skin is torn Liars, false witnesses, Scourged to please the crowd. With each lash the skin is torn. 2x Lash upon lash, Ripping flesh from the bone. 2x He took our sickness; He took our sorrow. By His stripes we are healed.

Nails hammered through His hands and feet, Blood spraying from His veins and His body's weak. Nails hammered through His hands and feet, Blood spraying from His veins and His body's weak. Lifted up, A mangled spectacle for all the world to see, Beaten and ridiculed lying in agony, His blood has set us free. Each breath is harder than the last. Our sin clinging to His body, Now it is finished. He felt forsaken, He felt all alone. The earth begins to shake, Graves are opened their bodies are awake. Our sin clinging to His body, Now it is finished. He felt forsaken, He felt all alone.

I'm not sure what's worse The waiting or the waiting room "You're next, sir", becomes a cruel taunt to you Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant Your god is a two-door elevator! Do they even cure you (cut me open, drug me) Or is it just to humor us before we die? (Repair all my defects) If only we could heal ourselves We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines Whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa, whoa-whoa Let's redefine! Let's redefine! Let's redefine! Let's redefine! Let's redefine! Let's redefine! What it means to heal Do they even cure you (cut me open, drug me) Or is it just to humor us before we die? (Repair all my defects) If only we could heal ourselves We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines Whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa, whoa-whoa

No, I don't believe in luck No, I don't believe in circumstance, no more Accidents never happen in a perfect world So I won't believe in luck I saw you walking in the dark So I slipped behind your footsteps for a while Caught you turning around the block Fancy meeting in a smaller world After all, accidents never happen I could have planned it all Precognition in my ears Accidents never happen in a perfect world Complications disappear Now you love me I, yeah I can tell I never lied I never cried And you, you knew so well Like the Magi on the hill I can divinate your presence from afar And I'll follow you until I can bring you to our perfect world Accidents never happen I could have planned it all Precognition in my ears Accidents never happen in a perfect world Complications disappear Now you love me I, yeah, I can tell I never lied I never cried And you, you knew so well Now you love me I, yeah, I can tell I never lied I never cried And you, you knew so well Accidents never happen in a perfect world Accidents never happen

Y jugamos como niños de otra edad sin pensar Y no hablamos de problemas que parecen lastimar Y reímos por la noche y la mañana de nada en especial Es tan perfecta que parece de mentiras, perfecta de verdad Cada lunes se vuelve más indecisa por amor Y me dice que es mujer y se complica hasta la voz Y se va tomando la noche en un trago y se divierte sin dolor Y me encanta ver sus fotografias de sobremesas sin control Y vas tumbandome las cruces que cargo hoy Y el día me lo deshiciste por uno mejor Si tus maletas hoy se encuentran con las mías Yo me subo a tu estación Y entre teléfonos y copas a medias Se encuentra una historia perdida incompleta Y vas tumbandome las cruces que cargo hoy Y el día me lo deshiciste por uno mejor Si tus maletas hoy se encuentran con las mías Yo me subo a tu estación Si tus maletas hoy se encuentran con las mías Yo me subo a tu estación

All the dreams you're having You stole them all from me I was having dreams like that Back in 1973 Groovy Boo is banging the ivories In his ancient overcoat Stuffing all his rage and anger Down that old piano's throat Accidents will happen That's what accidents are for Accidents will happen And an accident is just an accident I walk through the swinging door See my old girl Mabel Her jawbone hits the floor And her eyeballs roll around the table In a clever act of misdirection I manage with some finesse To scale the ladders in her stockings And creep into her dress Accidents will happen We've all had 'em many times before And coincidences are just accidents Nothing less and nothing more I come around when she expects it the least She always looks so strange and tragic She comes on like some juju priest Laying down her own brand of magic She tells me that she'll be true She ain't the type to keep her promises I used to be down with the faithful man Now I'm hanging with the doubting Thomases 'Cause accidents keep happening This old world was born from one There are servants they don't govern And I don't put too much faith in them Well, let me tell you a little more about Mabel She is shaped like an inverted duck pond chair I roll out my tongue when she walks past Fix her with my famous jelly-eyed stare Her husband is a Cro-magnon man with a magnum He recites the second amendment, Jim Well, accidents will happen I'm hoping one might happen to him We're accidents waiting to happen You know they'll be happening for all time While you're having yours I'll be having mine Maybe you and I will get it together You and I, we will get in together You and I, we will get it together You and I, we will get it together Oh, come on, man