The Lyrics

X-Automatic:

How often can you look into your own child's eyes,how often can you throw your hate and bile disguised? It escaped me then, don't you know it still escapes me today. Like, how it's just no big deal to trivialize the dreams that keep my faith and my hope alive, and how you try to hurt my feelings everyday and every way. I'm out with a shout like Turbo Teen and I've had enough of this bad scene, and their jockorama sensibilities. They call me a freak to keep me down, but I'll take their anger and I'll turn it around, and I'll show them that they can't push me around, 'cause I won't let 'em get the best of me. Headaches make themselves at home invited by your rage are your hostile attempts just a mean to solidify my cage? but that cage is an illusion and I know full well, that I'm the only jailer in this emotional cell. I guess I just thought that I could fix it all before I left. It's a hard decision that I've had to make but 17 years is too long to go through this kind of pain. It didn't have to be this way, you forced my hand. I can't just sit around and wait for your next punch to land. I've got news for you I'm awake and you can't stop me now...

Note: Just in case you don't remember, Turbo Teen, used to be a Saturday cartoon, with this kid who turned into a race car when he got hot, then turned back into a boy when he cooled off....

Heartache and Fury:

Dark clouds on horizons that I've seen before try to squeeze their way on through the door of the fortress I've erected to keep out my pain. I've still got her Hello Kitty shirt, I just can't get out the bloodstains. They called her family downtown to make an I.D., but they couldn't recognize her, couldn't hardly believe, until they saw her to tattoo, then they couldn't deny, the heart on her arm with my name inside. But I'm here to let you know that there's just no way that you could comprehend how things an never be the same way they used to be, so extend me some courtesy and don't ask me why I don't where black to funerals.

Vacancy:

Desperation, down to the wire, starts in the stomach, vibrates up the spine, and glows out through the sternum. Ballooning out like a gamma bomb. See, it seems that we've become a threat by living our lives outside their warped perceptions (well, "warped is pretty strong, but :limited" would fit, for sure). Don't talk to them no more, cause they're no one you can trust. We're looking down the barrel of a future aimed at us. They want us to step outside, do you really want to sink that low? Well, grab your jacket, cause I'm ready to go. Gazillion voices bouncing around and every fucking one of them swears up and down that they've got the answer to a question that I didn't even know I'd asked. Red wine? No thanks, I don't touch the stuff. I've no use to look quite that grown up. force it down my throat, you think you're that strong? Don't make me laugh. Jet black, cascade, my own true friend, sister in every way that counts, a place to lean, I don't allow myself that much. Scary enough, but it isn't right. I can't stop laughing to save my life. Hey wait a second..who exactly are "they" anyway? So you tell me then, what's the point of stealing when there's nothing worth taking? I have to tell you I'm pretty glad I'm jinx-proof. I've got an idea, why don't you try to guess how bored I am of all this pointless stress...on second thought, let's skip that. I'm not in the mood today.

Black and Blue:

I was only 12 years old when his father came in and beat us black and blue. I pulled a knife on that motherfucker and he fell down drunk and puking. We were do young that day, when he looked at me and said "Zack, it's just too late". Now he's singing his favorite song with a mouth full of pills, and all these houses look the same.

Crossbones:

Summer 96, metro unloads. Days old vomit and urine stench assaulting my nose and now I'm barely awake, smashing down on concrete, get up from the floor and I spit out some teeth. Now I'm watching my back, I'm watching yours too. Watch out for the devil he's dressed in blue. Try to yell for help, no look in the eye. They treat us like such poison, well then I guess our dirty tears are crossbones. I don't know where to go when I run for my life. Sleep it off in the park, huttle up with friends, try to wake myself up but this nightmare never ends. Roll my eyes at cops' intimidation. Sensory memory drags me back to 5 Points Station. Now I'm watching my back, I'm watching yours too. They're coming out at night, coming after you. To them we're living waste. Contamination. They'd better mark a warning, guess these bruises on my face are crossbones. I don't know where to go, when I run for my life. I remember that, that untriggered assault, descending down that night in there 1 sided brawl. Boot to my skull see my friends all going down, underneath the noses of this apathetic town. Pinned me to the ground, screamed out to be quiet. I see their riot sticks, but I don't see no riot. Escape down the platform, run down the track, look back through black eyes, I know I'm never going back when I run for my life. Swing by the shelter, all full today, tending to the casualties of the Olympic games. Sit on the sidewalk sparing for change. Reggae lounge serenades. I'm watching my back, I'm watching yours too. Watch out for the devil, he's dressed in blue. try to yell for help, no look in the eye. If we're such poison then I guess our dirty tears are crossbones. I don't know where to go when I run for my life.

Note: : I worked at the Olympics in Atlanta and before the Olympics started the cops went through and beat up and arrested all the homeless people around the city, to try and clear them all out before the people got there. That more or less what Crossbones is song's about...

Devil May Care (but I sure don't):

Call me up to hang out at your house, pour yourself a cocktail and sit around. talk about your hard life, but let's not pretend. you're just sitting around and waiting for the world to end. Show the world through torn fishnets tattoos of a life you regret. I ask "what have you become to sink this low"? She said "Devil-may-care (but i sure don't). an attempted clever answer, I know. Jump Jump get up get set, this place is gonna blow. Every time we talk you swear to God "any second now the bombs are gonna drop". been weeks since you've been outside your door why's there lipstick on the barrel of your .44? Jump Jump get up get set, this place is gonna blow...Devil-May-Care (but I sure don't) Call me up to hang out at your house, pour yourself a cocktail and sit around. talk about your hard life, but let's not pretend. you're just sitting around and waiting for the world to end. Show the world through torn fishnets tattoos of a life you regret. I ask "what have you become to sink this low"? She said "Devil-may-care (but i sure don't). an attempted clever answer, I know. Jump Jump get up get set, this place is gonna blow. Every time we talk you swear to God "any second now the bombs are gonna drop". been weeks since you've been outside your door why's there lipstick on the barrel of your .44? Jump Jump get up get set, this place is gonna blow...