haystack horse thieves working class noise killing luigi end repeat the secret recording of ned ludd bury me at the crossroads refill ghosts

Haystack I know you don't like those lines but be careful when you're changing lanes 'cause you know every moron goes out driving when it rains driving when it rains baptised in the dirty water of a midwestern flood you wear it on your skin like ink and blood and life is a joke but no one's laughing and death is the punchline you've wasted your time waiting searched the haystack and found the needle pricked my finger and now it's bleeding it seems like things always go like this you get used to anything one day at a time Horse Thieves a rich man or a poor man both tell you you can't win just when you get a hold of something it breaks free again we're just horse thieves trying to ride the night through always alone with not much else to do lost or wondering ride the trains from place to place i heard the stool pigeon is the coming race so just be careful or they'll see you for the same don't ever go back quite the way you came an honest man or a liar they'll both tell you the same you just can't win playing someone else's game some folk will mumble something brilliant while they roam got to keep an ear to the wind when you ain't got no home we're just horse thieves and we're in trouble deep got to move by the moonlight while the whole town is asleep well it's been a long while and you don't seem the same you never go back quite the way you came Working Class Noise well we're in a bloody drought here while you drink champagne from pitchers find a job find a mate and teach your kids who to hate do your job do not cry don't you dare wonder why just take your place in the line do your job or pay the fine don't worry 'cause everything's all right just add your straw to the camel's back tell us it's for our own good as you crush the working class shut the factories down stock prices going up economy never better better to be dead than living this way prices going up wages stay the same from the mine to the assembly line ain't nothing changed 'round here Killing Luigi i wanted that man to die for what he did to me i had my heart set on killing luigi my country started a war and told me i had to take a stand i said what'd you go and do that for i only want to kill one man but i up and joined their ranks to see if i could see from the planes and from the tanks that bastard luigi i killed ten men and maybe more that was just the first day then more batallions topped the hill and i blew them all away i walked among the corpses wondering how it could be that i'd killed so many men and not shot luigi yea, i killed so many men that honors they bestowed then they said we won the war and to me that they owed i said wait a minute what about luigi i have not won a war if still that man goes free something still wasn't right a voice spoke in my head so i hunted luigi down and shot the bastard dead the people they were outraged they cursed my bloody name they said that i had broken the rules of their game i showed them my medals they just shook their head they took me to the guillotine and say they want me dead END. REPEAT. the end's in the beginning yet you go on the clock runs slow you got nowhere to go feeling low in a time that you don't know and you're waiting for someone to show waiting for what i don't know and we build these prisons to hide the fact that we're all in prison with this act we act and you never thought about your life when you had the chance now the world's too cold for a real romance and there's a three-legged dog on the floor it can't quite stand never could before three-legged dog on the floor The Secret Recording Of Ned Ludd my wife took ill, i'm twelve hundred in debt i don't have no land for her grave and it's dark down in the coalmines and money is so hard to save i am just a poor man i work with my hands toiling till the day is done to meet the company demands soon there'll be nothing left maybe not even my soul the cloud over this land growin' black as the coal and you can send your prayers to heaven but someone shut the door we've been left to our own devices god don't care no more the sun it rises on another day i go down into that dark mine it's blacker than any night even the horses collapse and go blind they stand over me with their rifles making sure to keep me down it's time to throw aside your shovels and bring your guns to town 'cause they made it quite clear that we're living in hell and i'll be damned if i shovel the coal you can send your prayers to heaven but someone shut the door we've been left to our own devices god don't care no more no, god don't care no more Bury Me At The Crossroads walking down a dead-end street fighting the fact that you're already beat one day you're up at the top next day you're down at the pawnshop and it's funny how you ask me where the hell you been they dug a hole and i fell right in i trip up the stairs and i fall down again my life is comedy until the tragic end yea i guess you're right it's a goddamn mess won't you bring me a bucket when i slit my wrist i work and i drink and i sleep and i work i drink and i sleep then i do it all again i work and i drink and i juggle swords i go through my routine but i just never win these shoes are worn straight through the soles these pants and this shirt they're all full of holes it's full of holes, full of holes it's all full of holes it's funny how you ask me where the hell you been they dug a hole and i fell right in i trip up the stairs and i fall down again my life is comedy until the tragic end live your whole life like a dog spend your days thinking you're free well bury me at the crossroads where the shame will outlive me Refill it's sad and it's sobering it's that kind of night but that darkness it's so true you try honesty and you have to laugh 'cause negativity don't pull any of us through you got your shotgun house you should have seen me out the back door but it's my fault already wounded coming back for more hey bartender i need a refill please make it something strong 'cause life is an unfaithful lover it'll just string you along Ghosts the mississippi is inspiration as it majestically flows by but if you drink of that water i bet you five bucks you're gonna die post-apocalyptic atmosphere crumbling brick buildings and bad-tasting beer it gets harder every day it gets harder to even care all this running around and we're going nowhere everyone up and split gone to do that brand new dance no one pays attention to the living and the ghosts don't stand a chance the small stores are all a-closing some big deal done gone down and everyone is left to wondering what the hell happened to this town living in a town where the greatest things have passed and living in a time where things are moving too fast everyone up and split gone to do that brand new dance no one pays attention to the living and the ghosts don't stand a chance all the old steamboats well now they're casinos and there are a lot of people saying that's just how it goes the effects of those hard times they're here to stay and the good old memories they'll just fade away everyone up and split gone to do that brand new dance no one pays attention to the living and the ghosts don't stand a chance (more later)