Mutations lyrics

Cold Brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last
no thoughts,
no mind
to rot
behind
a trail of disasters

a final the curse
abandoned hearse
we ride disowned
corroded to the bone

the fields of green
are bent, obscene
i lay upon the gravel
a worm of hope
a hangman's rope
pulls me one way or the other

a final curse
abandoned hearse
we write this song
corroded to the bone

a bird of song

treated you like a rusty blade
a throwaway from an open grave
cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go
and on the day you said it's true
some love holds, some gets used
tried to tell you i never knew
it could be so sweet
who could ever be so cruel,
blame the devil for the things you do
its such a selfish way to lose
the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues

lazy flies all hovering above
the magistrate, he puts on his gloves
and he looks to the clouds
all pink and disheveled
there must be some blueprints,
some creed of the devil
inscribed in our minds
a hideous game
vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead-horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust

I hate to do this
but you're a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
you're handing me a cancelled check
I heard you moaning
your girlfriends think you're a saint
I give you a quarter
I'll keep my judgements to myself

I get caught up in the moonlight
reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't wanna beg
it's crystal clear your time is nearly gone

stumbling religion
starting to get annoyed

these withered hands
have dug for a dream
sifted through sand
and leftover nightmares
over the hill
a desolate wind
turns shit to gold
and blows my soul crazy

the end
o the end
we live again
o i grow weary of the end

o hungry days
the footsteps of fools
gazing alone
through sex-painted windows
dredging the night
drunk libertines
stink like a colognes
from the newfangled wasteland

the end

oh when they beat
upon a broken guitar
and on the streets
they reek of tropical charms
the embassies lie in hideous shards
where tourists snore and decay

when they dance in a reptile blaze
you wear a mask
an equatorial haze
into the past
a colonial maze
where there's no more confetti to throw

you wouldn't know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn't sell

Where will you go
When this day is over
A gambler's purse
Lays on the Road
Straight to your door
Snakes have gone crazy tonight
Winding their way out of sight

A laugh
A joke
A sentiment wasted
Seasons of strangers
They come and go
Doldrums are pounding
Cheapskates are clowning this town
Who could disown themselves now

Engineer, slow down this old train
Cinders and chaff
Laugh at the moon

i just found me a bottle of blues
some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
ain't it hard
ain't it hard,
to want somebody who doesn't want you

and i've been waiting for a year, a day
some strange weather must be blowin' my way
cause i got no mind to go or to stay,
or be left behind

holdin' hands with an impotent dream
in a brothel of fake energy
put a nickel in the graveyard machine

there was no one nothing to see
the night is useless and so are we
cause everybody knows
the fabric of folly is fallen apart at the seams
and i've been lookin' for a good time
but the pleasures are seldom and few

there's no whiskey there's no wine
just the concrete and a worried mind
cos everone knows death creeps in slow
til you feel safe in his arms
and i've been lookin' for a new friend

a town of disrespect
the trains are wrecked
the night is younger than us
and nowhere is anywhere else
you sleep to yourself
stirring the dregs
where I have laid

the exit signs are flashing
dead ends, they won't
come to life anymore

well I pledged the rest
I should have guessed
your love was hangin by threads
tongues tied under the moon
your love is a room
of broken bottles and tangled webs

it's so easy to laugh at yourself
when all those jokes have already been written
seems like another vain attempt
to let yourself fall out of the oven

holy mountains
they look so tired
and it's a perfect day
to lock yourself inside

who you foolin' if the fools are right
it's the same thing but it's almost as different
hard to tell when it pacifies your mind