Interpret:

Every Time I Die

Album:

The Big Dirty

You'd better shove another piece of 
what's left into your mouth 
while the gettin's good.
'Cause you know the highs are running low, 
and every new is gettin' old.


Lord, 
I've been down, 
since you been seein' 
another boy.


Me and my girl 
are gonna smoke the cigarettes 
that we find in another man's tray,
We're gonna pick all the meat 
from the big city bones, 
because the hot is gettin' cold.


Lord, I'm not proud.


Keep your chin up the water will boil!
The comet will come for us all!
Make amends with anything you've ever loved,
and open your arms to the swarm!


We have salted the earth, raid hell! Raid hell!
We have salted the earth, raid hell! Raid hell!


You'd better drink up, 
get your sorrows in, 
cause we're coming 
upon where the ending begins,
The nickel city's new church says 
"no one allowed" 
since all the lights are going out.


The end is near! 
I will be delivered.
We've filled our bellies 
with so much repulsive flare,
I'll explode if I'm not forgiven.
Make amends 
with anything you've ever loved, 
and open your arms to the swarm!


We have salted the earth,
Raid hell!
Raid hell!


We have salted the earth,
Raid hell!
Raid hell!


You'd better get it 
while the gettin' is good, 
corner boy, 
you know the highs are running low.
You'd better shove another piece of 
what is left into your mouth. 
We need to learn to go without.


There is no plan for the dutiful. 
We dried the country making room for our grave, 
but my time is sure taking its time running out.