Clit 45 - Misery On a Mainline Lyrics
Like a hole in a 45There’s an emptiness in all our livesLost innocence in tired eyesAnd there’s oil burning in the eastBut it isn’t for the lamp of peaceWere already dead, the breathing deceasedPeople suffer but we just need what we needLeaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but…So we spend these beer stained nightsSearching for the things that I wont findRevolving doors of internal wars(Someone please sew my mouth shut)Supporting afghan renegadesWith a rose and a razorbladeHitting pipes under city lightsHung himself on Christmas dayDay I heard his best friend sayEveryone he loves are in their gravesStuck in these lonely caves we *****ing cant escapeStraws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tapeSo we spend these beer stained nightsSearching for the things that I wont findMeaningless sex, whose sheets am I in?It’s uneasy stench stains my skinWe’re all reading out last rights with self-hate crimesPanhandling for hope under smog filled skies(Someone please sew his mouth shut)Give us something to ease this painTake it all but it wont go awayBloodstained we walk in vainStraight-jacket…We’re being restrained!Give us something to ease this painTake it all but it wont go awayBloodstained but all hope is not in vainMotionless… Release the chains!10,000 beer stained nightsSearching for the things that I won’t findBurning cross on my TV screenThe tension wont seize there will be no peaceSo read me my last rights with self-hate crimesTied down she shot it up-we said goodbyeIt’s all been misery on a mainline
