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i think these fleshy suits are overated...

so are the things we do with them...





A Friend to the Friendless- by: The World/Inferno Friendship Society

I'm not above drinking alone
but no good ever comes of it,
unless you count me talking to you
now
So, have you been hurt?
Did you hurt someone?
Did you get all crashed down upon?
Me, I'm a friend to the friendless
not that I chose it and if I had
well then who knows?
But that one guy on the train
all talking to himself
shit, he's talking to me
He' saying
"At school they taught me a prayer for
money,
a prayer for crap jobs right till I die
never a prayer for people, the
brokenhearted
the lonely"

Did you let the blues make you bad
Did you get all twisted?
Did you get so drunk you whispered
"I think I'm gonna die?"
Did you pass out nights wondering why
you never saw it coming?
Nobody ever sees it coming, no
exceptions at all
I'm a friend to the friendless and I don't
care
If I had a choice in this it wouldn't be
fair
but I don't so lets not get all carried
away
with shit you wouldn't change anyway
let's make this a prayer for money
a prayer for Sundays through Mondays
and crap jobs right till I die.
Because where we are we won't
always be
and shit man that could be me
getting hurt, hurting someone
getting all crashed down upon
burning holes in butterfly's wings
while wishing, wishing, just wishing for other
things
Nobody ever sees it coming, no
exceptions at all
Nobody ever sees it coming, are you
ready for this?
Never wear white socks with black
shoes
Don't get all twisted (honk)
Don't let the blues make you bad
I know you miss him
Don't let your standards fall down with
your hair
How it felt when you kissed her
Straighten your tie, tuck in your shirt
I'm a friend to the friendless
And I don't know why but come on
kids, please
we'll walk right on by
I know you are lonely, you'll not
always be
You are so many things you will not
always be


Born Dead - Thermals-

I can feel the ache
and i can feel it breaking
one hand on the head
one hand on the bed
breathing in the blankness
breathing in the blank lust
one hand on the head
one hand on the bed

I can't focus on the haze
i'm still
choking
on the craving
waiting for the only sound
i haven't heard

hoping this is as low as we can get
weighing the images
we're soon to forget

i may be out of it
but i'm still into you
life or dead
I'm bored to death

I can feel the aching
and i can feel it breaking

Absorbs it all
the poison crawling
absorb..absorb..
absorb..shut down
the short lines and
oh these short lies
counting
backwards
and
forwards
of less or more

I can't focus on the haze
i'm still
choking
on the craving
waiting for the only sound
i haven't heard

hoping this is as low as we  can get
weighing the images we're soon to forget

i may be out of it
but i fell into you
life or dead
i'm born again

I can feel the aching
and i can feel it
breaking....