Down In Flames - AJ Mitchell

My last days We shall see They are coming now They're after me They want blood Yes it's true Going quietly I just don't do Going down in flames Going down in a blaze of glory Going down in flames Going down in a blaze of glory In my heart I can say I'll be ready for what comes my way Don't be fooled I can tell Where I'm going to will serve me well Going down in flames Going down in a blaze of glory Going down in flames Going down in a blaze of glory Leaving my mark on the world when I've gone Spreading the word by the deeds that I've done Going down in flames Going down in a blazing glory Going down in flames Going down in a blazing glory

Kennedy got it in a Lincoln Caesar got it the back Somebody told me Hank Williams died in his Cadillac Everybody's gotta go sometime Sooner or later they call your name I don't know where yet, but I'm willing to bet that I'm going down in flames Down in flames Down in flames When the good times end and they count my sins I'm going down in flames James Dean bought it on the highway Marilyn found it in a pill Elvis died – or did he? – they're looking for him still Some go soft and quiet Some go out with a bang Well it's way too late for the pearly gates I'm going down in flames Down in flames Down in flames When the good times end and they count my sins I'm going down in flames Add up all my misbehaving And I'm past the point of saving How can wrong feel so right? Some things you just can't change... What's it to you? HALLELUJAH! I'm going down in flames Add up all my misbehaving And I'm past the point of saving Even in this noisy barroom I can hear that long black train I already bought my ticket, I'm going down in flames Down in flames Down in flames I already bought my ticket, I'm going down in flames Down in flames Down in flames When the good times end and they count my sins I'm going down in flames

Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Anybody want to hang out with me I'm really burning up She was standing alone over by the jukebox Like she's something to sell I said, Baby what's the going price She told me to go to hell Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames Singles bar, eye on a honey Hanging out everywhere She might be straight She might want my money I really don't care, no Said, Baby, you're driving me crazy Layed it out on the line When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said Fuck off buddy she's mine, oh Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames Hey you, come on, oh shoot me Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames I don't want to be I won't be shot down in flames

I can feel that you're hurting I feel it in your eyes A familiar sting I always recognize You don't speak of it, but I can hear what you say I'll watch as you burn and come back to life again And don't you know That we are Gods And holy blood Runs through our veins And don't you know That you're a king Raised by queens Born in flames, born in flames I can see that you're changing, something's taking hold I watch you hunt as your demons starting to take control You know you are me, and I know I am you And I promised you someday our pain would pull us through Don't you know That we are Gods Holy blood Runs through our veins Now you know That you're a king Raised by queens Born in flames Born in flames Don't you know That we are Gods Holy blood Runs through our veins Don't you know That you're a king Raised by queens Born in flames Born in flames Born in flames Don't you know Born in flames

So it's over This time I know it's gone Salt water Tasted it too long I only know, I'm wrong Now I know, it's gone Up in flames Up in flames Up in flames We have slowly gone So it's over This time you're flying on This time I know no song Can stop, its slowly burn Can stop, its slowly gone Up in flames Up in flames Up in flames We have slowly gone Up in flames Up in flames Up in flames We have slowly gone We have slowly gone Can we pour some water on?

I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now i'm returning to myself These things that you and i suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen... Strains of benny goodman Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know i'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones I know - no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone Well i looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality - to eternity And then i looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There's the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change i know, i know Orbiting around the sun But how can i have that point of view When i'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank >from the window of a hotel room I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way

Three waitresses all wearing Black diamond earrings Talking about zombies And Singapore slings No trouble in their faces Not one anxious voice None of the crazy you get From too much choice The thumb and the satchel Or the rented Rolls-Royce And you think she knows something By the second refill You think she's enlightened As she totals your bill You say "Show me the way To Barangrill" Well some say it's in service They say "Humble Makes Pure" You're hoping it's near Folly 'Cause you're headed that way for sure And you just have to laugh 'Cause it's all so crazy Ah, her mind's on her boyfriend And eggs over easy It's just a trick on you Her mirrors and your will So you ask the truck driver On the way to the till But he's just a slave To Barangrill The guy at the gaspumps He's got a lot of soul He sings Merry Christmas for you Just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune Right on the spot About whitewalls and windshields And this job he's got And you want to get moving And you want to stay still But lost in the moment Some longing gets filled And you even forget to ask "Hey, Where's Barangrill?"

Marcie in a coat of flowers Stops inside a candy store Reds are sweet and greens are sour Still no letter at her door So she'll wash her flower curtains Hang them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and wave another day goodbye Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red is autumn, green is summer Greens are turning and the sand All along the ocean beaches stares up empty at the sky Marcie buys a bag of peaches Stops a postman passing by And summer goes, falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper Winter blows up from the river, there's no one to take her To the sea Marcie dresses warm, it's snowing Takes a yellow cab uptown Red is stop and green's for going Sees a show and rides back down Down along the Hudson River Past the shipyards in the cold Still no letter's been delivered Still the winter days unfold Like magazines fading in dusty grey attics and cellars Make a dream, dream back to summer and hear how he tells her "Wait for me" Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away "Red is angry, green is jealous", that was all she had to say Someone thought they saw her Sunday Window shopping in the rain Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went West again