Sing Sing Death House

Oh lordy, lordy
Well your head hangs below the ground
Oh lordy, lordy
Well I think that's where you were found

And so they tell me that you ain't my friend
I'm a loss to yourself, I'll assure you again
When you cry me some real tears I'll be on the run
You come near me now girl
I'll go get me a gun

I've never been to prison
I don't know why
I'ves stared death down in it's chambers baby
Eye to ey
If prison is a cell
Then it's raging in my blood
This is a song from the heart, ain't nothing else

It's going down tonight in this town
Cause they stare and growl
They all stare and growl
I take a scar every time I cry
Cause it ain't my style, no it ain't my style
Going down to the gravel, head to the barrel
Take this life and end this struggle
Los Angeles, come scam me please
Emptiness never sleeps at Clifton's 6am
With your bag lady friend and your mind descending
Stripped of the right to be a human in control
It's warmer in hell so down we go

They say this is the city
The city of angels
All I see is dead wings

It's a ghost town, rabid underworld
Dionysian night, vitriolic twilight
A mirage comes up, it never ends
Once you get burnt you're never the same
Left behind, erased from time
Ain't no decency in being boxed up alive
Look around, ain't no R.I.P. signs here
We don't rest in peace
We just disappear

So here we are, Los Angeles
No angels singing in your valley of unease
I watch the sun roll down the Pacific
Over hookered sunset strip

There's a black moon tonight
Ain't shining down on the western neon lights

They say this is the city
The city of angels
All I see is nothing

I'm on the edge, everyday
Ain't nothing going for you or me
I am my enemy in every way
He planted the seed

When I was a teen girl I walked real awkward
Like a dog with three legs
I had fought my wars
I was a mis-shape, mistake, misfit
Untamed mis-hap, with a junkie heart

Now there's been a shift
I stopped taking hits
My eyes start to flicker, flicker
My mouth starts to drip
My heart starts to tinker, tinker
What can I do, when I'm bound like this with you

Now I really understand, I can't feel

I can't feel it, I can't feel it

Are you ready to be liberated
On this sad side city street?
Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth

My name is Brody, I'm from Melbourne
Fitzroy Melbourne, Fitzroy Melbourne
I grew up on Bell St., then on Bennett St.
My mom kicked out my dad for battery
Found a way, she found a way out of spiritual penury
Working single mother in an urban struggle
Blames herself now, cause I grew up troubled

It hit me, I got everything I need

My one heart felt too much from the start
I've seen people come and go
Living large and living low
You can build up your walls, sittin on death row
Let the curtain fall on your murdered soul
You can wash it all down, swallow your story
Get smacked off your head, go down in drumroll glory
You won't solve it, committing self inflicted crime
Go on pull the trigger, this will be the last time

I speak of the truth, the truth of the heart
Like a desperate thirst in a raging drought
Hey youth, time flies by
There's and everlasting battle for eternal life
I love a man from California
He's the prettiest thing, we got the same disorder
The way you feel is okay, it's never gonna change anyway

It hit me, I got everything I need

I am a death house, haunted mirror
Acerbic heart, ain't nothing pure in here
I keep the memories of a broken you
Sing, sing the stories of a fractured few

I believe I will open up
For all my rage will surely come undone

I am agnostic, but I hang on a cross
Faithless, saintless, my sin stabs
I wear the crown of oblivion
Rule and aching void, watch my sun burn out
I am a death house, haunted mirror
Acerbic heart, ain't nothing pure in here
You close the door, I sing pleading
Save me before you leave, you're leaving