Oh! Calcutta!
Album - 7 marzo 2006 - Debaser id 310316

Shall we dance?
Or maybe just limp around?
These feet are cold and beat, and strangers
to the ground.

the sound of the kick is arousing.
the couples are sweet in their love.
Tonight, we'll stagger up from the basement
or fall to our deaths from above.
You've got those moves and those eyes
I've got these shakes and bad breath.

I've never tried that, but I know
I don't like it.
Or, maybe I do I'm just too weak to
fight it. Where are you? I hate
to let em see me crying.

I'm gonna zip on my party suit
and show y'all something:
there ain't no such thing as strumpin'
for nothing
you can fly with us or hang on to the
walls but the devil's takin' names
when the last curtain falls

I got a deep sick worry and I don't know
why!
where are you? what are you doing tonight?
laughing and crying are almost the same
they just show everyone how much
attention you're paying
so dry them eyes
everyone else went back inside

Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true?
Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues?
Can we recover from this?

I've seen expressions in department stores.
I've smelled regression wafting up from these shores.
This is not a celebration of slipping through some crack.
This is sloth and devastation and we're the resulting trash.

Count all your fingers tonight.
And believe what you find!
(I'm sick of making small talk in this rotting chowline.)

Can we recover?
We cover our heads and run for the gutter!

Toby Keith's horses and Toby Keith's men
finally put us all in our place.
It's a wonderful hug when there's so much MORE to love,
when there's steaks and hearts jammed in your face.

This is the fucking slop line and we're scratching with our hooves.
How much of evolution must we finally disprove?

Count all your fingers tonight.
I can't believe what we find.
Can we recover?
We cover our heads and we run for the gutter!

Dear Mother,
I'm sorry. There was nowhere left to run.
We fought and we fought until our bullets ran out,
and they took us one by one.
Dear Mother,
Im sorry. We had just barely begun.
This will be the last letter from your only son.
Yeah I do not believe!
Recover as one...

Losing sight of a past time
The years fly right by with the drinks
It's morning in this small apartment
And I just threw up in the sink.
The coke is not settling anything
And I'm as tired as I've ever been
I'd like to go back to Chicago
But I'm not looking back there again

I fought with all of my teachers
I fought with all of my friends
I fought with the vices and sweating and shakes
I'm not going back there again.
No, I'm not going back there again.

Tonight, tonight I'm walkin' away.
Tonight, tonight I'm walkin' away.
I don't want to hear about old days -
What are we doing today?
Fake memories, they don't impress me.
The old times were never that great.

We got the whole city
Before us
Tonight, tonight we're walkin' away
And I wanna bury
The past
Tonight, tonight we're walking away
With bottles and dancing
With whiskey and love
Let's drink to the death of regret

Tonight, tonight I'm walkin' away
Tonight, tonight I'm walkin' away
Ohhh.