Interpret:

Every Time I Die

Album:

The Big Dirty

Trained in the art of devastating 
the arts by remaining 
unmoved in their midst.
We came down, down, 
down from that high, 
oh, and now we're looking for more.
We're bloodless now, 
and we are uninterrupted 
by the majesty of it all.
We're passed around, 
around, around like the currency 
of the friendless roads.
One trick pony.
And the parlor isn't big enough 
for the both of us.


'Til death do we rock?
We're so full of shit.
'Til death do we rock!
You keep buying it.
'Til death do we rock?
You're so full of shit.
'Til death do we rock!
You're still buying it.


The closed circuit of stimulus 
that runs between fashion 
and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves
we're retreating 
into the vogue 
where we're sucking the blood 
from the necks of guitars. 
Beg for the scraps of prose 
that piled up behind the bar.
Though we try and try and try 
we get the melody wrong 
but we remember the words. 
We're the parasites 
but we are delicate in the way 
we bring each other down.
We were oh so close to the start 
when they finished us. 


Aim the mast at the ground,
Aim the mast at the ground,
And sail us to the belly of the whale.


'Til death do we rock!
We're so full of shit.
'Til death do we rock!
You keep buying it.


The closed circuit of stimulus 
that runs between fashion 
and guilt is winding tighter around the heart. 
Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves 
but we stand in the traffic indifferent 
to the grand histrionics of god, unmoved.