Nowhere to go, wasted lives, broken homes and a pissing somnambulist,
How much is enough, when too little's too much and by the way "Aren't you dead yet?"
Well in for life and just my luck, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
You know who you are - good and evil, all the love you give away and the price you pay.
After hours, too much fun, feel no pain, still alone - even among your famous friends.
Unforgiven, on my own, a terrorist of rock'n'roll and other things you'll never get.
Defiant and wild, pissed off and kept waiting, you’re none of these things just a hand-me-down faker.
This song of you is about us two and everything you think you know,
well that's rock'n'roll - that's just rock'n'roll.
You wield your misfortune like a gun to make a ransom of respect.
Manipulate and abandon - all talk no action, you'll buy and sell you friends in time.
This is you lot and you're used to it - your view across the street through the rain.
Everything I do, the opposite of you, "You're the old me I recall" is what she said.
After hours, too much fun, feel no pain, still alone - even among your famous friends.
Unforgiven, on my own, a terrorist of rock'n'roll and other things you'll never get.
Stay up all night, daydreaming till dawn, never giving them life but you never say die.
This song of you is about us two and everything you think you know,
well that's rock'n'roll - that's just rock'n'roll.
A Sofa surfer from a Richard Thompson song.
Got nothing from nobody - he's everything to anyone.
That blue diamond needle, got a flopping dropping arm.
You tumble blindly in your indifference.
On white horses, on white horses...
After running amok for days and nights - just wanna see the thirty nine steps.
You live the beautiful life and whatever that is to the easily impressed.
So much for the age of communication, you can't apologize so I'm still waiting.
Got a bottle of wine and Big Bill Broonzy, though you stole my buddah and left doggerel in it's place.
After hours, too much fun, feel no pain, still alone - even among your famous friends.
Unforgiven, on my own, a terrorist of rock'n'roll and other things you'll never get.
Gimme a hint - the whole nine yards, go on drop a name - you’ve got to laugh.
The song of you is about us two and everything you think you know,
well that's rock'n'roll - that's just rock'n'roll.
Well, your sad eyes brought pretty girls around, telling the same old stories, lie after lie.
This song of you is about us two and everything you think you know,
well that's rock'n'roll - that's just rock'n'roll.
credits
from Devilment,
released November 18, 2010
All music & lyrics by John Connor (messyheads) copyright control
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