The Catapult - John Monllos

I've got 500 reasons to get upset But I'd rather laugh it off then go and make a mess Got a whole lotta demons acting up in my head But I refuse to cut a deal just yet Oh no, when the world is dragging me down again Yes I know, yes I know I can turn things around my friends But I hit the wall again I hit the wall again No more imagining, think I hit the wall again I don't know how it started or how it's gonna end But I feel it rising, rising, rising And I got no more money for the penny arcade It never stopped me from playing I haven't found my way across this wild parade It never stopped me from dreaming Oh no, when the world is dragging me down again Yes I know, yes I know I can turn things around my friends But I hit the wall again I hit the wall again No more imagining, I hit the wall again

There's gonna be trouble at the catapult tonight Just ask the forklift operator with the overbite Death or madness creeping through me like a fever Three million miles of wires will make you a believer Now

Both sides And softly came the growl from both sides And if his whisper splits the mist Just think of what he's capable of with his kiss Nice try You cannot turn away, but nice try Turned your legs to little building blocks And with his index finger, flicks you on your socks I go high pitched He'll talk and make your voice sound high pitched Dread to think if he got you on your own And whispered in your ear in that baritone It's the same stone His heart was cut out of the same stone That they used to carve his jaw It's impossible not to feel inferior And he could catapult you back to your daddy Or into any hissing misery And he will tell you how the day after a triumph is as hollow As the day after a tragedy He'll extinguish any chance of escape When he slaps you on your arse or kisses your nape And he's leaving without saying 'Bye' And you would queue up to listen to him pissing And hang around to watch some poor girl bluff And then they chase him down the avenue Incessantly pestering him to let him join the club He knows how to put a cork in the fuss And just how to shut up the charming ones of us And I've seen him talking to your lady friend There's a dust track waiting for betrayal Where he'll teach you all the bits they missed Nice try You cannot turn away, but nice try Nice try You cannot turn away, but nice try Nice try You cannot turn away, but nice try Nice try You cannot turn away, but nice try You cannot turn away

All of the sudden she disappears, Just yesterday she was here, Somebody tell me if I am sleeping, Someone should be with me here, 'Cause I don't wanna be alone. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, You won't find nobody home. All of these quiet battered voices, Wait for the hunger to come, We got little revolvers and stupid choices, And no one to say when we're done, Well I don't wanna bring you down. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, Can't find nobody home. I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, 'Cause I know there's little things about me, That would sing in the silence of, So much rejection in every connection I make, I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you're falling asleep. I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand, And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult, What a big baby, won't somebody save me please, I can't find nobody home.

We were little boys, we were little girls It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off Cowered in a hole, ope your mouth Did we miss anything, did we miss anything Did we miss anything, did we miss anything Catapult (catapult), catapult Catapult (catapult), catapult We were little boys, we were little girls It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off Cowered in a hole, ope your mouth We in step, in hand, your mother remembers this Hear the howl of the rope, a question Did we miss anything, did we miss anything Did we miss anything, did we miss anything Catapult (catapult), catapult Catapult (catapult), catapult March could be darker, March could be darker Catapult (catapult), catapult Catapult (catapult), catapult We were little boys, we were little girls It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off Cowered in a hole, open your mouth We in step, in hand, your mother remembers this Hear the howl of the rope, a question Did we miss anything, did we miss anything Did we miss anything, did we miss anything Catapult (catapult), catapult Catapult (catapult), catapult