Album: The Dissociatives
© Daniel Johns/Paul Mac
SOMEWHERE FROM THE MORTAR
THEY SAVED YOU FROM FAR AWAY LABELS
ETERNITY MEANS NOTHING
BUT A SIGN ON A BRIDGE
WHEN EVERYONE'S A STRANGER
THEY CALL FOR YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME
AND LAUGH AT JOKES YOU ONCE MADE
WHEN YOU WERE A KID
SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL
LIES A BULLET THAT I CAN'T KEEP
AND IN THESE WATERS I'M WADING FOR A REASON
AFTER ALL, IT'S IN MY HEAD
I'M NOT A SLAVE TO A DESPERATE LUST
AND IN THESE WATERS I'M WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL…
SCREAMING LIMITATIONS
FALL SILENT ON NEW YORK CORNERS
A TERRORIST'S A PRISONER, AND A TOURIST A THIEF
WHEN PAINTINGS SEEM LIKE BARGAINS
BUT THEY'RE NOTHING BUT WALLPAPER
I'M PLAGUED BY SMALL TOWN FASCISTS
LIKE A RASH ON MY SKIN
SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL
LIES A BULLET THAT I CAN'T KEEP AND
I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN DISTANCE
AFTER ALL, IT'S IN MY HEAD
I'M NOT A SLAVE TO AN UNBORN TRUST
AND IN THESE WATERS I'M WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL…AFTER ALL…AFTER ALL…
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH……………