1. QUINCENTUPLE YOUR MONEY

There's a letter at my momma's house,
came with a folded flag.
It says Right now, I'm coming home in a body bag.

It's a pride and a pain
that are one and the same.
It's a burning cigarette,
it's a horrible dream.

There's a man in an office who's going through files
and a woman who watches TV.

And she doesn't get the jokes told be late night talk show hosts,
but for some reason she laughs anyway.

There's this soap in my bathroom, and it's all covered in a hairs.
There's this hope in my brain, and it's all covered in prayers.

There's a girl in this town who doesn't know I exist.
There's a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist.

There's 12 empty bottles on this table tonight.
There's 4 lungs on fire and 4 burning eyes.

And something will explode, and someone will cry.
And someone will run out and never turn around.

There's a park in this city where I used to go,
but now it's covered with fences and cops and lightposts.
And I'd never go back if anything was the same,
but it kills me to know that it's changed.

There's these kids who have dreams.
There's these dreams that will grow.
Until they get so goddamn big that they explode.

And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris
is grownups like them and losers like me.
And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris
is grownups like them and losers like me.

it's grownups like them and losers like me
it's grownups like them and losers like me

Yeah.
Tonight let's go walking down Clark Street
and look at the new buildings that we've never seen.
We'll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor
Tomorrow we'll forget everything

and we'll replay these days again.


2. 100 RESOLUTIONS

Where have I been all your life?
Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses.
Another year will pass us by.
Making sense of nothing, in defense of something.
I laughed too late and dug myself into a grave.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
Another stupid clumsy story.
More accidental aspirations.
Another explosion of silence.
I think I'm going deaf, or maybe I'm just hearing less.
This year I'll try to only listen to myself.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
I wonder where you'll be bringing in the new year.
As midnight clocks are singing,
good chance I'll be slobbering somewhere.
Probably pass out, wasted, and sleeping until the smoke clears.
Vague memories of midnight flash in tune to morning sunlight.
Wake up knowing you'll never be there.
I've got 100 resolutions, but I've got no solutions.
I've got one song I write 100 times.
And only a dozen or so rhymes.
This year I'll try not to drink so much.
This year I'll try to stand up straight.
This year let's live liked we've never lived before,
this is our year for sure.


3. THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE A STRANGER'S FLOOR

teeth ripped out of gums hit
sparkling gray squares of concrete
screams in technicolor pain
doubled over spitting blood
the freezing rain
never felt so good
to wake up in some town
on some floor to some sound
voices rattle through my veins
you're slowly imploding
your worlds are corroding

please let it work itself out
we've got time to melt
you haven't said a single thing
a six month recurring dream

oil stains
glisten in this light
fluorescent yellow blue and red
it's not worth talking
when everything goes left unsaid
the freezing rain
slants down in icy sheets
on some street where someone
is cursing what they've done
and walking quickly toward the train
cold and dejected
in a brightly lit steel frame

please let it work itself out
we've got time to melt
you haven't said a single thing
a six month recurring dream

your eyes are a cloudy morning
my lips are this sealed letter
ineptly yours, sincerely sorry
it's something you feel
in the sole out of your shoe
on a loud city bus
on some aching afternoon

4. HEY, WHAT TIME IS "PENSACOLA: WINGS OF GOLD" ON ANYWAY?

it's killing time
the t.v.'s on
with a bottle of shit
buried needle
the record player's
forgotten not to spin
so, you're feeling useless
well, the bidding starts
at $19.95
and while the survey says
'cheers and applause'
another hour dies
jacking off again
40 oz in the fridge
have these dreams put to sleep
so call me up
and tell me something
i'm dying to believe

i don't know
I don't care
i just sit and stare now
i don't think
i just listen to the drone of this old being

friday night
steppin' out
and talkin to the same
so, how's your family
how was school
conversation strain
force endurance
from this class
it's 11:45
two more hours
lumber past
and i feel like i tried
fucking off again
talking to this bitch
she hates me
i hate her
so shut me up
and take me somewhere
i'm dying to leave

i don't know
i don't care
i just sit and stare now
i don't think
i just listen to the drone of this machine

5. CLOUDING UP MY STORM

6. 1980'S DROWNING ME

7. HEART + ME

8. RUN FOR HELP

9. PRESENT DAY MEMORIES