Johnny Mainstream - Passing Bell Lyrics
They've been digging a grave up in red hook for meWith boxes of records from that old punk rock sceneBut they won't let me play my own farewell partyI wrote all these songs just learn i can't singThey've been planning a murder in new paltz todayIt's a hit on a band in an art house cafeAs my last note rings out the crowd cheers hoorayWe hate you, you're leaving, we're glad you can't stayThere's an empty room in the club down the streetWhere the ghosts play songs that never made it to printAnd they float through cars down the hudson river lineWhere they pine "these are my friends, this is my time"I've been walking the plank off the hudson valleyMarching at sword point to the depths of the seaChained down with boxes of my old epI wrote all these words to ensure i sink deepThey've been planning a hanging down in new rochelleWhere i'll swing like the tongue on the old passing bellAnd they'll all have a party to divvy up my willI hate you, i'm leaving, i'll see you in hellThere's an empty room in the basement underneathA new york house where the choir used to meetAnd they blow through hymns in double timeJust to find you are my friends, you are my kindThere's a jam-packed room in the bar down the streetWhere they know my songs and they sing them with meBut i still miss matt(s) and i miss what i sang when we began"these were my friends, this was my plan"They've been digging a grave in ct for a kingWith guitars for shovels and drum to lay inAnd we'll all wait around for his next of kinI wrote all these songs just to prove i'm something
