Dive Bar
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
from Play Anyway (May 9th 2005) (3:57)
Don't give away your last regards
Don't waste your words on what you could show
Watched as the ceiling fell
You seal your lips to seem as if you know
I'm flavor of the week, she's down like grass on the city scene
Nobody knows her name
She make the moves like a python queen, just like a python queen
Yeah, see it in their bloodshot eyes, listen to their wasted words
We just want more of what we all just want more of
Gunpowder's up on the levee lightin cigarettes with Hamiltons
I'm pushin plastic technology takin the new world for a spin
She's getting juiced out of her mind
Can you believe life's a hologram?
The funeral march is out of tune
They can't believe this is who I am
This is who I am
Shake it, see it in their bloodshot eyes, listen to their wasted words
We just want more of what we all just want more of
Give you a taste of politics, sing your dirge to the policeman
You can listen to the chosen ones, just stick your head in a garbage can
Liquid blackness comin after me shinin like a diamond beacon
She's standin under a lamppost
Keep your lips together if she's ever speaking
Tell me is she speaking
See it in their bloodshot eyes listen to their wasted words
They just want more of what we all just want more of
Don't waste your words on what you could show
Watched as the ceiling fell
You seal your lips to seem as if you know
I'm flavor of the week, she's down like grass on the city scene
Nobody knows her name
She make the moves like a python queen, just like a python queen
Yeah, see it in their bloodshot eyes, listen to their wasted words
We just want more of what we all just want more of
Gunpowder's up on the levee lightin cigarettes with Hamiltons
I'm pushin plastic technology takin the new world for a spin
She's getting juiced out of her mind
Can you believe life's a hologram?
The funeral march is out of tune
They can't believe this is who I am
This is who I am
Shake it, see it in their bloodshot eyes, listen to their wasted words
We just want more of what we all just want more of
Give you a taste of politics, sing your dirge to the policeman
You can listen to the chosen ones, just stick your head in a garbage can
Liquid blackness comin after me shinin like a diamond beacon
She's standin under a lamppost
Keep your lips together if she's ever speaking
Tell me is she speaking
See it in their bloodshot eyes listen to their wasted words
They just want more of what we all just want more of