History Books (feat. Bruce Springsteen) - The Gaslight Anthem

Get in my backseat, honey pie And I'll wear your sadness like it's mine 'Cause it's just good to feel what's been missing Yeah, it's bad when it's good to always be missing But a girl like you Could rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow Because I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow With a girl like you My Chinatown, baby Sittin' on the front stoop Crying out the crazy I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow Because I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow with you, baby Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that big red light And take the sadness out of Saturday night 'Cause that's just good to have what was missing We were bad to be bad, to always be missing But a girl like you Rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow 'Cause I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow With a girl like you My Chinatown, baby Sittin' on your front stoop Crying out the crazy I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow Because I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow with you, baby I wanna run I wanna run I love to chase every feeling I wanna run I wanna run I wanna run 'Cause I wanna find tomorrow with you, baby (I wanna run) Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (I wanna run) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We don't have to break every dream we've ever known Gonna make it alright running from tomorrow We don't have to chase everything I've ever made, babe (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Gonna make it alright running from tomorrow We don't have to break every dream we've ever known

Stay the same, don't ever change Cause I'd miss your ways With your Bette Davis eyes And your mama's party dress While this city pumps its aching heart For one more drop of blood, We work our fingers down to dust And we wait for kingdom come With the radio on I wanna see you tonight Would you come for a drive? You can lean into me If you ain't, oh you aint been in love for a while I was born beside a river That flows to a raging sea That will one day serve to quell Or one day be the death of me In my faded jeans and far away eyes And salty carnival kiss That all my former lovers say Was once magnificent I wanna see you tonight Would you come for a drive? You can lean into me And if you ain't oh if you ain't... I wanna see you tonight Would you come for a drive? You can lean into me If you ain't, oh if you ain't been in love for a while And still this city pumps its aching heart For one more drop of blood We work our fingers down to dust While we wait for kingdom come With the radio on With the radio on It's been so long Mae, so long It's been so long Mae, so long But since the radio's on...

Have you seen my hands, they just flip and shake And the song just keeps on beating, drop the needle again And I dance with your ghost Oh, but that ain't the way I can't move on and I can't stay the same And all my friends say Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet But have you seen my heart? Have you seen how it bleeds? Every night's a so long baby Yeah, out here in the deep The tick-ticking of hours only I hear the alarm I used to hear when you were sleeping in my arms For better senses Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet And all my friends say Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet Where you used to be Where you used to be Where you used to be You with me

Mary, this station is playing every sad song. I remember like we were alive. I heard it Sunday morn' from inside of these walls. In a prison cell, where we spent those nights. And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her. Licking young boys blood from her claws. And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew. Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb. My heart's like a wound. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you? Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life. Better safe than making the party. And I never had a good time, I sat by my bedside, with papers and poetry about Estella. Great expectations, we had the greatest expectations. I saw tail lights last night In a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you? It's funny how the night moves. Humming a song from 1962. We were always waiting... always waiting. We were always waiting for something to happen. I saw tail lights last night In a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my whole life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

Sometimes I wake up In the morning Sometimes I dream some more I keep my wounds without a bandage Baby, as I come stumblin' through the door Spent my nights in this location Talking to spirits on the floor I think I came to find the feeling, baby Between what was mine and what was yours And I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me I think I'm gonna move to California (I can start to love) Momma can you say a prayer for me? (Say a prayer for me) I heard they don't get so low-down (All my friends get so low-down) I heard they never bleed Not like we bleed I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me And it gets pretty late And the stations will change And the things once in order now seem so strange Once I could tell All the hurt apart from myself Now all I can see is the need, the need I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me And maybe you needed a change Maybe I was in the way Maybe some things they stay* And some things go away And maybe I was lying And maybe you were not the same

Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life 'Cause the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life And the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? And I wonder, were you scared when the metal hit the glass? See I was playing a show down the road when your spirit left your body And they told me on the front lawn, I'm sorry I couldn't go But I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? Young boys, young girls Young boys, young girls Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Well they ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? Young boys, young girls Young boys, young girls