Parts of Songs

It’s a fucking zoo, man.

I’m just a shadow in a world full of light
I sit at the top of the stairs and scream when I close my eyes
I listen to the big metal birds in the sky
And think of how the world would look if I stared at it through a bomb sight

Eagles made of hot steel fly all through the night
Barbed wire fences keep the sharks from getting too dry
We drink our espressos and sip on our wine
While good versus evils looks more like grey than black versus white

The dragon breathes fire and the bear claws the earth
The crow mourns the death of freedom for all that it’s worth (all that freedom’s worth?)
And the hawks cry for war but the doves call for less
Red rabbits breed (raise?) radicals and set ‘em loose from the nest
The deer dance in triumph, the hummingbirds sing
But the owls can’t fly ’cause the wolves clipped their wings
The man in the tower paints a cross on life’s (love’s?) chest
But the thing that saved conscience was a bulletproof vest (bullet that missed?)

The man in the tower is watching it all
And with the slap of his trigger we see the whole kingdom fall [END]

Saturday Morning Cartoons

It’s Saturday, do you know what that means?
It’s time for Cocoa Puffs and cartoon killing machines

Final Girl

Don’t run upstairs, go for the front door
There are certain rules you must follow if you want to survive
It’s Friday the 13th and we scream down Elm Street

A Thousand Paper Hearts

Have you ever entertained an angel?
Have you ever sang a song only the stars could hear?
Do you write letters to cities you’ve never been to?
Or wait by the phone hoping to hear the voices of your past?
I turn my lights on and everything that’s so familiar, I can no longer see
I open my door, sit at the top of the stairs, open my mouth and scream
A thousand paper hearts and 49 parallel lines are more than just a memory
And sometimes I swear I can almost taste your lips, pressed up on mine once again

I wish I knew how to say “sorry”

How many days since the last time I got to see you smile?
How many moments have I spent lying awake in bed seeing you on the inside of my eyes
No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to understand why things ended up this way

Jokes on You!

I’m still waiting for the punchline, baby
And I’ve got an eye for disaster
But a million man army won’t stop me this time

Last Chance, Lights Out, Bombs Away

Set your eyes on the rejects and light ‘em up with fireflies
Don’t let the smell get to ’cause it’s a great goddamn day to die

Last chance, lights out, it’s bombs way
Uncross your lies, lay down your mind, say what they want you to say
One hand on your shotgun, the other on your remote control
Last chance, lights out

Flashing lights in the crossfire, just twist ‘em up all nice and slow
Kissing a fashionista reverie, nothing’s too sacred, just let it go

Liberty Walks in the Red Light District

As babies cry, does Egypt find good hanging from the gallows in Jerusalem?
Kings, like men, nervous over posture
As they’re shaking the hands of people they see fit to ignore
As we sit still, like a photograph, frayed around the edges
Time captured on a piece of paper, like the light from a long dead star
Will we conjure up the memory?
Flash that life behind our eyes?
Cringe as if it’s ugly?
Laugh like we’re despised?

And everything flashes around me
Everything falls in between

As angels die, will Israel cash in a favor for an incosequential remark the whole fucking world will ignore?
Kings like men, horrified by the pretense
Disgusted by the middle man, screaming as he drowns
So we’ll make up our own context, everyone’s an armchair president
One eye looking out the window and a loaded shotgun at the door
And when we pretend like we’re all good people, stick some food in a donation bin
But when we watch bombings on the BBC we scream “they had it coming”

Everything is spinning around me
Everything falls in between
Evertything explodes around me
All the pieces drift out to sea

As Washington lies, will the world cry out in anguish at the Statue of Liberty who walks the streets like a whore?
Kings, like men [don't know what to put here yet]
[Who knows what I'll put here]
As we ride along on our bicycles down Pensylvania Avenue
We’ll throw peanuts at the White House like we’re feeding monkeys at the zoo