Wingnut Dishwashers Union- Never Trust a Man Who Plays Guitar
Tag: music
i was born a bitter old man
who got his heart broken in catalonia, 1936
things haven’t felt right since
i gave up on life before i arrived
i knew this place wasn’t safe for anyone
but fascists and republicans and their apologistsbut i swear to god, i’m gonna die
full of naive optimism
a teenager’s heartbreaking conviction that
things can be different
I don’t know if you believe in ghosts, I hope you’d haunt me if you were one.
If your god is a judge or a jailer,
I’m still an atheist.
But I try to have faith in the things that will happen;
I get saved from myself when i do.
So maybe “god” isn’t the right word, but I believe in you.
Ramshackle Glory – Punk is the Worst Form of Music, Except For All the Others
Tell me it’s true, until I believe it, and I’ll tell you that your dream is a prison.
“I still shake my head at ballots cast for elephants
I shake my head at ballots cast for donkeys
‘Cause I swear to god our leaders they will be the death of us
There’s no ballot we can cast to set us free”Happy Election Day, guys.
Ramshackle Glory // More About Alcoholism
seat belts are for people who have time to die; hell, i don’t even have time to sleep. because i don’t wanna miss a moment of loathing everything that i see
Ramshackle Glory From Here Till Utopia (Song for the Desperate)
If freedom means doing what I want,
Well, don’t I gotta want something?I’m not saying that we can’t change the world,
‘Cause everybody does at least a little bit of that.
But I won’t shit myself, the way I’m living is a temper tantrum and
I need something else.
The trains roll by my porch,
Down here where nothing can live.
I’ve been smoking too much because I am no exception.
You knew that already, I think.If you want salvation,
Then you ought to go see a priest,
Because forgiveness from those that we hurt in this world
Never was guaranteed.I’m coming home, it’s late again, I’m high as I’ve ever been.
You’re sitting up, you’re in our bed crying for a ghost again.
No room could be as dark or as empty as ours is,
Because I’m at home but I’m not here, and I never am.I wonder how many
Friends roll past my house in the night?
In boxcars they sleep with hearts stashed in their backpacks.
They’ll make California all right.A promise from me
Is just a lie I ain’t told yet.
So I’m ready to die, but I’m not willing to watch
You watch me die here in our bed.I’m lying down, I’ve been nodding out since I don’t know when.
The lights are on, you’re standing up screaming at a ghost again.
Darling, I’m home, hell I ain’t left this house of ours in days.
But I’m not here. I never am, so I just can’t stay.My darling, I’m never coming back from where I’m going.
My darling, I’m never coming home.
My darling, I’m never coming back from where I’m going.
My darling, I’m never coming home.
Never coming home again.
A guy on TV offered to save my soul toll-free
But that would require getting up off the couch so I was too lazy
Instead I wait in the bushes outside of a cop’s house holding a twelve-gauge
GOD ISN’T DEAD BUT I’LL GET THAT BASTARD SOMEDAY!And I’d take the beauty of my chaos over anyone else’s perfection
I’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987
Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I don’t give a shit for redemption
But that’s okay cos if it’s where Limbaugh goes then I don’t even want any part of Heaven