The Corpses Of Our Motivations

The Corpses Of Our Motivations

Lawrence Arms (The)
(album: Apathy And Exhaustion)

Catching up on nothing in the basement I call home.
Dismantling discussions on a piss-soaked telephone.
I´m all grown up. I´ve thrown up theses feelings lots before.
You´re sitting in the park while I´m staring at the door.

Enough self-mutilation. I´ve water-logged and choked.
A hundred beers another week ensconced in yellow smoke.
I´m no devil, I just have these demons keeping me awake,
pushing on my go-leg, laughing at cut brakes.

The corpse of my motivation hangs
In the closet next to skeletons and bloody vampire fangs.

Sleep all day, drink the life away.
It´s another step closer to the comfort of the grave.
This coffin´s full of nails, rails and pipe and glass,
rotting under yellow growing grass.

Five in the chamber and I´m flying through the air.
I´ve tied my blind fold tightly, I´m cutting my hair.
I´m a bullet and a target, and I´m drenched splattered blood.
I´ve learned my lesson one time, but once isn´t enough.

So dry your hands, wash ´em clean, wash ´em clean of me.
Wave your victor´s flag on your pile of debris
´cause when you die like a hero, you live like a slave.
I´d rather die to see it change than live and watch it stay the same

Where the corpses of our motivations hang
on the gallows over-ripe with shit like colostomy bags

So we sleep all day, drink the life away.
It´s another step closer to the comfort of the grave.
This coffin´s full of nails, rails and pipe and glass,
rotting under yellow growing grass.

There´s party in the woods and a dance in the city streets
and a rumble down the avenue of fifty thousand stomping feet.
And the fire is getting high igniting sweaty powdered brows.
And if he hasn´t saved you yet, he isn´t gonna save you now,

Sleep all day, drink the life away.
It´s another step closer to the comfort of the grave.
Sleep all day, drink the life away.
It´s another step closer to the comfort of the grave.
Sleep all day, drink the life away.
It´s another step closer to the comfort of the grave.

And you´re more beautiful than you were on the day that we first met.
My angel of the not yet buried dead.