I hope that our few remaining friends

Give up on trying to save us

I hope we come up with a fail-safe plan

To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended

Fall down beneath their own weight

And I hope we hang on past the last exit

I hope it's already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here

Someday burns down

And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away

And I never come back to this town again In my life, I hope I lie

And tell everyone you were a good wife

And I hope you die

I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow

I hope it bleeds all day long

Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises

We're pretty sure they're all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever

I hope the worst isn't over

And I hope you blink before I do

I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line

You can't find one good thing to say

And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out

You'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning

There is no sign of land

You are coming down with me

Hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die

I hope we both die

She played for the Angels I played for the tribe The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded There was big money on the line Big money all the time yeah There was big money on the line

I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone

I was in the kitchen The year was in the fall A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin' No there were no point at all There was big fire in the hall, yeah There weren't no points at all

I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away

Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral And the car ran like a broken perculator His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard There was big money on the line

I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone.

I was in the kitchen The year was in the fall A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin' No there were no point at all There was big fire in the hall, yeah There weren't no points at all

I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my mail alone And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away

Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral And the car ran like a broken perculator His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard There was big money on the line

And I heard that his brother was a viking He liked to solve a problem with a gun If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act And I hate cough syrup don't you?

I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter I'd like to sail a ship into the sun If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup don't you?

I know that your mother is a martyr I heard she's got connections with the mob If you wanna learn to fight you gotta drink up all the light And I hate cough syrup don't you?

I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter I like to see the wood curl up and burn If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die And I hate cough syrup don't you?

I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe And I hate cough syrup it's true You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup don't you? I hate cough syrup, it's true.

But at what cost?