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Get lost in the dead of the night where once I lived on Grand Street
Deaf from Chucks on bones crushed white
New Brooklyn bows before me
Soak it all in and let it run deep
Glory in delusion
I can picture us
Waltz in the ruins of this wilted gray contusion
Sometimes, when sheâs far and Iâm drunk
I clutch her like a compass
Never thought of being anything but quixotic and self-conscious
Some ache to guide your hand, to pull out of the socket
Iâm the cricket that lets you burn while I smolder in your pocket
Youâre in my fat
I store you there to keep me warm in frigid air
I need my smack
Youâre in my veins
Free the Jew they kept in chains
Iâm suffused with all you are
Iâll always be a bastard star
Youâre in my heart
You're in my heart
Could it be in our wank of shame that weâre clutching the same member?
Donât you ever pretend to smile and find youâve actually done it?
Now youâre informed; we kinda run it and thatâs just fine
Plummet beak-first into acid washed entitlement
You might just find a socialist feeding off the fumes of an aging pop-punk vocalist
So destroy our first LP if you know whatâs good for me
Youâre in my fat
I store you there to keep me warm in frigid air
I need my smack
Youâre in my veins
Free the Jew they kept in chains
Iâm suffused with all you are
Iâll always be a bastard star
Youâre in my heart
You're in my heart
- Album:
- I Don’t Think It Is
- Hebrews
- All My Friends Are Enemies: Early Rarities
- Anarchy, My Dear
- Say Anything (Single)
- Burn A Miracle (Single)
- Say Anything
- In Defense Of The Genre
- ...Is A Real Boy
- Baseball: An Album By Say Anything
- Miscellaneous
- Six Six Six (feat. Sherri Dupree-Bemis, Andy Hull and Jon...
- Punk Goes Crunk
- Say Anything (Deluxe Version)
- Say Anything (Bonus Track Version)
- In Defence of the Genre
- Alive With the Glory of Love
- Punk Goes Acoustic 2
- Dormroom Demos
- Menora/Mejora