Interpret:

Every Time I Die

Album:

The Big Dirty

Play with the bow at the bridge. 
Tune your voices to minor chords. 
This is the lowest 
we've ever been 
until we bend for the offering.
We're giving a knee jerk response 
to the awe. 


We come strapped to the bed, 
on display from the duty of tour. 
They picked up the signals 
we tapped to the visitors
And our sea legs 
were lost on the march 
from the graves to the cross. 
We brandish the plague 
of the middleman's heart.


Sing the rats through the gate.


I was still in one piece 
when they tied me to the back of the car. 
but I met the road 
and I've slept with thousands 
of miles since the day I was born. 
Our shoes are milled to the sole 
and our souls are skin and bones.
If I'm a stranger still 
just move the severed pieces around. 


So coarse is the world.
We're going back and forth 
and back and forth grinding 
our bodies into dust.


We'll never make it home alive.
Play with the bow at the bridge.
All girls buy the enemy line.
Woe! Such remarkable woe. 
Hold sight of him. Point him out.


I was still in one piece 
when they tied me to the back of the car 
but I met the road 
and I've slept with thousands of miles since 
the day I was born.
Our shoes are milled 
to the sole and our souls 
are skin and bones.
If I'm a stranger still 
just move the severed pieces around. 


So coarse is the world.
We're going back and forth 
and back and forth grinding 
our bodies into dust.


War! Come with us home.