Tomorrow's A Drag

by WAR PARTY

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released 01 December 2013

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Track Name: Every Day I Bite the Hook
Heads beating like a dial tone and I just want some place to go.
My bed only gives me sores and I just want some place to go.
Frigid drinks don't work no more and I just want some place to go
To melt the nerves that keep shaking my bones
the glow and then the afterglow
All the old tricks don't work no more.

Pretty baby won't you take my hand and we can find some place to go.
Put your kitchen knives in my little plans and we can find some place to go
Out where nobody gives a damn, we could find some place to go
To melt the nerves that keep shaking our bones
the glow and then the afterglow
all the old drinks don't work no more.

And oh its so hard.
Isn't it kind of funny how the days keep passing by us, leaving traces but not enough to draw us... on?
Track Name: Death of A Radiator
100 miles to Birmingham the radiator burst.
50 miles to Athens, should've taken a hearse.
Empty guts under streetlights, the engine burning our hands;
Choking down the hours and knots with shitty scotch in the van.
And getting high in the van.
Track Name: Some Sort of Exile
Who is following you home?
Its such a dark, dark night.
Why are you walking home,
Soaked to the bone in moonlight?
How can you still bare the cold air
pressing its face against your window
when your old friend is in disrepair?
Come on, tell us, which way did he go?

All the hairs on your arms stand up like soldiers in rank and file;
Meanwhile, this skin, it holds you in and even G-d must feel
some sort of exile.

These poltergeists, they're always shoulder tapping
These poltergeists, they want you thin.
Stretched tight around those bones,
stretched tight around those egos.
Moanin' and groanin' all night and day,
Its like living on the FM wavves.

All the hairs on your arms stand up like soldiers in rank and file;
Meanwhile, this skin holds you in and even G-d must feel
some sort of exile.

Now don't you feel so alone out here in the cold?
You start imagining symbols, you start hearing sounds.
You start imagining faces, then you're giving them names,
You appoint devils and gods then throw yourself in their games.
Can't you feel them tearing your limbs apart?
O, there's a Roman Coliseum in your Tiny Heart.
All your bones are catacombs and your mouth an insatiable tomb--
You know, I don't even have to ask if there's enough room.

All the hairs on your arms stand up like soldiers in rank and file;
Meanwhile, this skin holds you in and even G-d must feel
some sort of exile.
Track Name: Problem Solver
Our lips were red and our hands were led
to passing back and forth a revolver
This one on one russian roulette
fell into your bed and then out of your bed
like a real "problem solver"
and I felt like a crushed rat
getting pulled out of the arms of a mousetrap
then crushed once again
by the insignificance of my life and thus death.
So I'll just sulk here until I rot,
in the bottom of your kitchen trash can
and once the smell is gone I'll be forgot
while you continue your affair with the garbage man.

Oh how sad, how truly fucking tragic
that no tragedy has ever taken place here before
when you were so sure that this stress was post traumatic.
And we crawled into our heart-shaped Trojan horse;
We never could make love like we could war.
But oh wait a minute, Mr. Postman,
didn't you see this one coming?
Yeah, wait a minute what kind of man
delivers a letter like that and then just takes off running?
Let it rot in the mailbox
and maybe one day he'll come back.
You can place your final bet on True Love
like it was just another horse at the track

and all of your dreams will do nothing
but watch you sleep.
Track Name: Royal Wedding
Go put on makeup, go whiten your teeth
you're gonna break a leg, he's going to take a knee.
You got a show to put on, baby, admission isn't cheap
"Something borrowed, something blue" all eyes on you--
I got a front row seat.
You wanted fine china, wanted candlesticks
while his mind was on something that rhymes with all that shit
and its likely that's the closest it came to meaning anything to him.
So when you take that bow just stay down there for a while .
Yeah, exchange those vows, you know you got a 30 day free trial.

We can fuck until grow old, We can fuck to start a family,
we can grip a household, spawn our own offspring
Or with the same organs we can split it all in two,
a part for me and a part for you;
Everything is borrowed and blue.

So you made it, Was it an easy choice?
Did she offer you anything but that pretty voice and all its lies?
Oh, I don't think that I can accept
but if you insist just leave it on my doorstep
I'll forget and it'll cause me to trip
and I'll fall down my stoop and I'll break my nose
I'll drop all my change at the goD fight between my ego and my ego
and when the doorbell rings I'll think, "oh hell, it's my ego again!"
Its a fight that you can't lose, and you can't win.

We can fuck until grow old. We can fuck to start a family,
we can grip a household, spawn our own offspring.
and with the same organs, we can split that all in two,
a part for me, a part for you;
Everything borrowed and blue.
If you'd only say "I do."
Yeah, "I do," too.
Track Name: W.E.I.G.H.T.
Wait for the stereo to make a sound that you want to hear
more than train whistles blowing far from your ears.
You can wait for your petty goals to cross themselves off of your list,
like a nightclub that's more a bore than a wait in its line is.
Yeah, maybe then we won't be so restless like we have been,
it takes more and more each day just to get the weight lifted
from these heavy eyelids.

I never want to bitch like this but I'm not sorry
and if there comes a time I change my mind,
I'll try to sing this song right
but it doesn't look like tonight.

Wait for some chemical float.
You could wait for another syringe
or for a 401K/deathbed/coffin.
Weight isn't in your soul,
its in these rusting body-prisons
that we keep our souls detained in,
Schlepping useless baggage.

I never want to bitch like this
and I know its not as bad as it sounds like it is
but I'm not sorry and if there comes a time I change my mind,
I'll try to sing this song right. I'll try to sing this song right
but it doesn't look like tonight..
O' darling, the stars are falling for you.
Track Name: Hamsterdam
Piss old hag says she won't move out,
She found a crop of needles in a haystack house.
Blankets and vagrants, is this all we know?
Cheap life in the house with the hollow sword.
Beg your pardon.

Johnny's wild but he ain't even beige yet.
He's just another viking born a thousand years late.

Darkness falls on the Baltimore streets
the kind of dark where man and Devil meet.
Blankets and vacants, is this all we know?
Cheap life in the house with the hollow sword.
Beg your pardon.

Johnny's wild but he ain't even beige yet.
He's just another viking born a thousand years late.

We're all the devil, the devil now
in Hamsterdam.
Track Name: Different Definition of Love
Baby don't cry, don't break, don't sing anymore.
She got brown eyes but she's nobodys brown eyed girl.
Modern time boys got a different kinda baby for sure.

She don't hold hands or blush or cover up,
She spends all Sunday morning recovering from Saturday night at the club.
Modern time boys got some different definition of love.

Its so sad, y'know he don't cry, don't break, don't sing anymore
he don't send no letters by mail back home from the fields of war,
oh baby its plain to see, you gotta see it with me
modern time girls got a different kinda baby for sure.
Yeah, modern time girls got a different definition of love.

He don't hold hands or blush or cover up.
He don't make love in green, green grass, oh no, he fucks.
Modern time girls got some different definition of love.
Track Name: Beginner's Luck
John and Jackie in their tower alone
just wonderin' what they're to do
with their wedding gifts
and their swollen red lips
and the pieces of their party, too.
Did he love her enough
Did she let him enough?
is that all there was to this affair?
It was a bottle of wine, a few sertraline
some sweaty fingers in her hair--
a love beyond repair.
But I know that they really want to make it in this world alone
Don't want a house, don't want a spouse, don't want a prayer,
don't want a job, don't want a car, don't want a trunk,
a doctor or accountant or lawyer, just beginner's luck.

You could be particle dust on the radio waves
long after your body is gone
and if you're not careful who you leave your estate to
coca-cola may one day own all of your songs.
Ziggy & Darby swore to just 5 years
but only one of 'em really told the truth.
Isn't it wild to think that you're wildest dreams
might be wild enough to finish you?
Oh this machine kills artists, too!
O but I know that you don't really want to make it in this world alone
You want a staff to prepare your food,
you want an audience whose eyes are stuck
and a stack of dead presidents, too;
You want beginner's luck.

Blame it on beginner's luck.
Oh honey, you know that's what I would do
if I was in your shoes, if I was in your shoes
you know I would too.
Track Name: (I Get High With a Little Hell From My) Fringe
I've got a song in my head, it keeps me up all night.
At 3AM, if I look up, its all black and white.
During the day I get the blues just looking at the sky.
I hired a nurse for the weakends; she brings me back to life.
I hired a hearse for the weak ends if it don't go right
I got a real expensive lawyer just to take my side
Oh yes
If it don't go right I'm going to need someone to take my side
so she said,
"If you got a drink then I'll take a drink
and if you don't want to think, oh I got just the thing
and if you've got no plans honey, I'm your man.
I'll dig a hole just to prove to You how damned I am."
That's what she said.
Track Name: TOURTURE
She hitched a ride from the San Francisco Bay
where lovers write old letters to new graves.
And all the signs on the street said, "Walk this way."
She wished that she could be so easily swayed.
The earth exhausted itself trying to explain
that life is simple and death is complicated.
Don't you hate it?
I know I do.
What about you?

He built a home out of 12,000 discarded microphones
and lives alone broadcasting transmissions into the unknown.
And if she ever does come knocking at his door
he'll forget just what he kept himself alive for;
The world may want a place to rest its head and more
but a soldier's only home is at War.
What for? I say make more,
settle the score.
But here's the thing...

I just want to feel alive,
I want to feel it in my spine.
I want it to burn so I know its real,
I want skin that doesn't peel.
I just want to make it mine,
want to feel it in my spine.
I want it swimming in my veins,
like she does in the Frisco Bay.

I know, O I know but I can't see it.
No, I can't say it at all.
Track Name: There's Plenty of Time to Party After the Show, Buddy Holly
My brains in chains and my eyes are borrowed (Here it goes!)
My ears are ringing, I'm still hunting down my shadow (Where'd it go?)
and If I find that fuck I'll pin him down,
I'll make him watch me kill the clown.
Both of us will dance around
as Neverland comes crashing down.

Until my broken teeth remind me that there are things that I've forgot,
whole years passing by me; let them rot without a thought.
I don't mind wasting my time but I don't like getting caught
and this is what reminds me, my broken teeth.

I could stay up all night, y'know, worrying about tomorrow (But I don't!)
If I could keep my mouth shut I'd be talking to my sorrow (But I won't!)
I'll roll it up, I'll smoke it out.
I'll mix it up, I'll drink it down.
I'll grab a guitar and sing out loud,
my vocal chords will twist and shout.

My broken teeth remind me that there are things that I've forgot,
whole years passing by me; I let them rot without a thought.
I don't mind wasting my time but I don't like getting caught
and this is what reminds me, my broken teeth.
Track Name: Simple Machines
Your heart it is a dry flower,
Pressed in the pages of a book that has never been read
Crushed like a pedal,
Between the fading inks of Past, Present and Future.
His Story is just another needle in this leather bound haystack.

Visits to barrooms won't help either,
Short and sweet chokes as hard candy
Long and thin scars like a suture.
You and me are only simple machines,
we're only built for one thing.
You and me.

Your mind it is a dry tongue,
Pressed in the lips of a mouth that has never been fed
Bitten and bleeding,
between the jaws which speak, "Fear no evil, Hear no Evil"
Hell, even "Taste no Evil".


Know of a good place to grab a drink in this town?
I fear I'm turning into turf cotton in the gin
of Billboard Top 40 singles again.
You and me are only simple machines,
we're only good for one thing.
You and me want so bad to believe
that the world has always been ending
cause we can't be blamed for the whole thing,
You and me.