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Moth Album



2006
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I need some inspiration
I need some concentration
I just wanna go home and turn out the light
I wanna touch you again
I wanna hear your voice one more time
We were in the alley between glory and bleak
She said I can't do that I seen it on TV
I was feelin' no pain
Time was witherin' away
But we changed her mind and she was never the same

It's an addict's life, it's an addict's life
And mommy and daddy can identify

You know what I mean (what?)
You know what I mean (huh?)
You know (what?)
You know what I mean
And we took a ride down New Junkie Drive
With straight edge Freddy and said give it a try
They said comin' up man and he sold his soul
It was a down payment on sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll

It's an addict's life, it's an addict's life
And mommy and daddy can identify

Could you be more cruel?
Could you be more right?
Could you be more beautiful inside?
Could it feel more pure?
Could it feel more wrong?
Could it be more out of control?

I need some inspiration
I need some concentration
I just wanna give in and turn out the light
It could have turned out different
I wish I turned out different
But I just wanted your touch one last time

It's an addict's life, it's an addict's life
And mommy and daddy can identify
That look in your eye

. . .


Nice hair, where are we going to?
Don't care, I wanna go with you
She did it she did it again
Right there, is what I'm talkin' 'bout
Don't stare, I kinda creep her out
I've been ok well how 'bout you?

Whoa-o-o-o-oh
She don't want your revolution if she can't dance
Whoa-o-o-o-oh
She don't want your revolution if she can't dance

Cool plaid I like the way you dance
All right, no need to get so mad
She'll kill it she'll kill it again
That bitch drank my Jack and Coke
Don't look but I think she checked me out
Hey DJ play that song again

Whoa-o-o-o-oh
She don't want your revolution if she can't dance
Whoa-o-o-o-oh
She don't want your revolution if she can't dance
If she can't dance

I-t-h-i-n-k-t-h-e-c-h-i-c-k-d-i-g-s-m-e-s-h-e-s-g-o-t-i-t-b-a-d-ooooh
She'll spell it she'll spell it again
God damn where does your kind come from?
No man should have to feel so dumb
How 'bout you give me one more chance?

Whoa-o-o-o-oh
She don't want your revolution if she can't dance
If she can't dance

. . .


Claire was a teacher at the age of twenty-two
And five days of the week she wore a button down suit
With her hair pulled in a bun and a ruler in her hand
But every weekend she liked to get down
Betty was the girl working at the roller rink
She was cute, young, dumb, her favorite color was pink
With a tattoo of a moth on her derriere
I said well what do we have here?

Girl on, girl on
Girl on girl gonna rock my world
Girl on, girl on girl

Another Friday night there was Betty and I
Goin' 'round downtown we were lookin' for a high
We finally gave up and went back to the club
She saw Claire there with a red headed slut
Oh my God I wanna meet that chick
I said oh hell yeah that beats a fick
She said hi I'm Betty
She said hi I'm Claire
Before I knew it they were pulling hair

Girl on, girl on
Girl on girl gonna rock my world
Girl on, girl on girl

Blonde to brunette
Brutnette to blonde
There up in the green room with all the lights on
They said get lost man we don't want you around
Leave us alone we're gonna get down

Knee highs, thigh highs, high heels high
I couldn't believe they left me high and dry
I went down to the bar 'cause I needed a drink
They wrecked my mind I couldn't think

Girl on, girl on
Girl on girl wrecked my world
Girl on, girl on girl
Girl on, girl on
Girl on girl gonna wreck my world
Girl on, girl on girl

I'm not being executed, I'm being shot.

. . .


Well, I'm frustrated 'cause I can't go to sleep
I got bloodshot eyes and I feel so weak
and I'm walking into walls again
I'm frustrated 'cause I can't get me some
I got time to kill but it's just no fun
When you're all alone sitting by the phone

Look out! Look out! Sticks and Stones

And I'm frustrated 'cause I'm always wrong
I'm trying not to lose but I've never won at anything
I've ever done
Frustrated 'cause I can't even think
I got four-thousand three-hundred twenty-one things
distracting me, attracting me

Cry baby cry
You gotta break, break, break a bone sometimes
Cry baby cry
We're gonna break, break, break them bones sometimes

And I'm frustrated 'cause I'm never on time
and everybody's watch is different than mine
no matter how many times I've tried
Frustrated 'cause my chewing gum
says it lasts longer but the flavor never does
and I'm walking into walls again

. . .


Perfect is what you are
So perfect here under the stars
I wouldn't trade this for anything
Perfect is who you are
I had a defect in my heart
One defect that made two more
I'd trade it all for anything
I had a defect in my heart

It's enough to make all the angels weep
All the tears that fall will flood these streets

One wreck into the next
One wreck more than I could fix
And I'm the only suspect
I wrecked who you are
Let's pretend I never said
pretend that we never met
I don't know why it's gone this far
Let's pretend we're at the stars

It's enough to make all the angels weep
All the tears that fall will flood these streets
And wash me away

Best friends is what we were
My best friend is who I hurt
I take back all the stupid things
Perfect is what you were

It's enough to make all the angels weep
All the tears that fall will flood these streets
And wash me away...with you

. . .


You only smile when I got my camera
I tell you I'm in love
And you say oh shut and take my picture
And you pose in your clothes and the labels always show
I say marry me, you say oh shut up and take my picture

She's my super super supermodel girlfriend
She's my super super supermodel girlfriend to her

You were always getting up when the film gets developed
Then you kick me out of bed on my head
And you say thanks for my picture
You sitting by when I wanna go out
I say let's go
You say let's stay home and hang my pictures

She's my super super supermodel girlfriend
She's my super super supermodel girlfriend
I'm just a stupid, stupid, stupid average boyfriend to her

She's the bomb, she's the bomb and she's gonna set it off
And she'll blow, and she'll blow but she won't take it all off
Unless of course it's purely for the picture
She's a star, she's a star from LA to Tokyo
On the red carpet at the cinema show
She'll smile and wave as Fiction takes her picture

She's my super super supermodel girlfriend
She's a super super supermodel girlfriend
I'm just a stupid, stupid, stupid average boyfriend to her

. . .


When I drive around the bend
I close my eyes and count to ten
And if I am, I'm still alive
I tell myself I'm a lucky guy

When you're with me I'm immune
When you're with me I'm immune to gravity

I'm always at the corner pub
Vodka and gin, bourbon, scotch and rum
Sitting in the Chinese carryout
Fortune says it's over now

When you're with me I'm immune
When you're with me I'm immune to gravity
I'm immune to gravity

There's a voice
It's in my head
It's telling me to just go to bed
'Cause if you find you can't control your mind
Things are best left unsaid

When you're with me I'm immune
When you're with me I'm immune to gravity
I'm immune to gravity

. . .


Constantly on
Constantly on
Constantly on everything
Constantly on all pills for every thrill
Constantly on a life of what I'll kill
Constantly on her film against my will
Constantly on but I always feel ill

And you fear for me but you can't save me
No one can save me
I won't let me be

Constantly on I'll trash from every stash
Constantly on my booze until I crash
Constantly on everybody's floor
Constantly on until I can't take more

And you fear for me but you can't save me
No one can save me
I won't let me be

Brick after brick it's never coming down now
Brick after brick I've built it all around now
Brick after brick until the sun is gone now
Brick after brick constantly on

Pain (constantly on) pills (constantly on)
High (constantly on) everytime
Trashed (constantly on) up (constantly on)
to (constantly on) everything

Fear for me but you can't save me
No one can save me
I won't let me be
You can't save me
No one can save me
I won't let me be

. . .


You're acting strange
Like you have done something wrong
You're on a stage rehearsing line you've drawn

I'm not a fool
Not a fool
Gonna prove it
Gonna put you down
Gonna put you down

Last night it rained
I followed on my bike
I learned some things
I knew my heart wouldn't like
Your honesty is fading day by day

I'm not a fool
Not a fool
Gonna prove it
Gonna put you down
Gonna put you down

I packed your things
Then I threw them down the stairs
Chainsmoking
These dead soldiers can't repair the damage done
I see it day by day

. . .


Hey (hey) hey (hey)
Get get get your dancing shoes on
And move it move it now girl (girl) girl (girl)
You shake shake shake it like you know how
Don't disappoint us now

Say (what) say (what)
Beat beat beat if you know it
You gotta learn it learn it
Don't wait (wait) wait (wait)
Now (now) (now) is the right time
To show us what you got

Don't close your eyes now
Or you might miss everything slipping
Don't close your eyes now
Or you might miss everything slipping by

Oh (yeah) oh (yeah)
Say say say it for me now
You look eager to please
For fame (fame) fame (fame)
I I I know you want it
Well are you prepared to pay?

Don't close your eyes now
Or you might miss everything slipping
Don't close your eyes now
Or you might miss everything slipping by

. . .


Your smell is on my pillow
Your books are on the chair
Your ties and bobby pins for your black hair
Your shoes are in the bathroom
Your lipsticks by the sink
And you know when you swore you'd never get sick from me?
Out of all the things you left behind how could you leave me?
Your pearls that I bought you to wear with your red dress
And yell this from the chapel off the Vegas Strip
And the photos on the mirror of the grave that you found
And the marks we left on the hardwood floor when I chased you around
Out of all the things you left behind how could you leave me?
The needle is on your record
It sounds like Mazzy Star
Sitting by the window is your moth in a jar
With your empty bottles of gin and your half smoked cigarettes
I always knew you had no regrets
Out of all the things you left behind how could you leave me?

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