Interpret:

Every Time I Die

Album:

The Big Dirty

Marched from a burning ship 
into a rained out parade
With a bottle and a bible the dregs 
are armed to the teeth.
We traded distinction 
and praise for the tedious claim 
that we were wed in the trenches 
while college boys pine 
for loveless exchange.
We carry the fragments 
from detonated eyes embedded 
under our bones.
We've spilled blood for the sake 
of fitting skin to the frame 
but our moneys is no good 
here and our memorial has veered off the road.
The locals will bury my wandering eyes 
at the docks of the potters field 
where the rifles of ranking men 
are equipped with 21 silencers.


At 'em boys. Give 'er the gun.
At 'em boys. Give 'er the gun.


I'm the richest man in town.
I'm the richest man in town.


Faith, stand down. 
give your wings to the boredom 
that resurrected my soul.
Crash the car. 
If the motor won't turn over, 
glory be to god.
Jumped from the disloyal waves 
back up to the bridge.
Renounced the warmth 
of the turbulent grave.
I found blood on my lips 
from a covetous kiss 
and I hope that my home tips its glass to it.