AIR BEATS FROM THE UNDERGROUND. STEAM COMES UP WITHOUT A SOUND.
THIS IS FAR TOO MUCH FOR HER. AND I’VE LOST THE TOUCH I’M SURE.
WELL, I WISH I COULD MAKE OUT WITHOUT CONNECTION.
I’D PLUCK YOUR BROWS AND BLOW THEM IN YOUR FACE.
IT’S THESE LITTLE THINGS THAT BREAK US DOWN.
WHEN ALL IN ALL IT’S STILL THE SAME TOWN.
NOW, WE SAY THAT’S THAT - FOR WORLDS LIKE THIS AGAIN.
THESE MAGICIANS HAVE MOVED IN. WATCH THEM BAIT THE TRAP WITH SIN.
I WISH I COULD STOP DRINKING DOUBLE-FISTED.
BUT THE FUTURE TURNS MY BLOOD TO STONE.
IT’S THESE LITTLE THINGS THAT BREAK US DOWN.
WHEN ALL IN ALL IT’S STILL THE SAME TOWN.
NOW, WE SAY THAT’S THAT - FOR WORLDS LIKE THIS AGAIN.
WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME WITH THIS?
WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THESE THINGS TO ME?
AND DO YOU MEAN IT, OR ARE THESE MORE ANGRY WORDS?
I WISH I COULD STOP DRINKING DOUBLEFISTED.
I WISH I WASN’T GUILTY JUST BY BIRTH.
IT’S THESE LITTLE THINGS THAT BREAK US DOWN.
credits
from Terrible Pictures Of Harriet,
released May 15, 2005
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