Stay What You Are lyrics

This song will become the anthem of your underground.
You're two floors down getting high in my back room.
If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out,
or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
This song will become the anthem of your underground.
You're two floors down getting high in my back room.

My gut is burning. Won't you find me some water
Hey, just forget it can you bring me gasoline
and collect a couple forks, hold them three feet apart
and wait for lightning to strike to burn me up
Cause I don't think that I've got the stomach to
stomach calling you today.
My head is swirling. It's been carried off in the sky
and where it lands is where is lands.

Her life was magazines and faithful TV screens selling an empty dream
of cars and calories and everything in between the sun and Saturn's ring,
but the price tag can't be seen and it took bites out
of her insides till she was just a hollow shell.
She grew up in east LA watching celebrities living out all of her dreams.
The plastic canopy of US royalty drew her gaze towards the sky

And now I finally see that the further we go
we're only treading ground that we already know.
I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash
and buy a bucket full of diamonds but
even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust
and fade away.
It's a certain tragedy.
So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.

If you've got a quarter you can stick in my neck
and I'll sing whatever song you want for whatever mood you're in.
Isn't that what you expect I can sing you to sleep.
I've got a mouth full of blood.
Well I'll carry this casket if it's what I have to do.
So bring on the dark sky and let it cover me entirely.
Isn't that what you expect I can sing you to sleep.

As I'm talking my words slip to the floor
and they crawl through your legs and slide under the back door
rendering me freakish and dazed.
Well here I am. I don't know how to say this.
The only thing I know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close when you're around me to shut me out.
So I'll go walking through the streets until my heels bleed

The last time that I saw you, August of '99,
I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes
to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood
and display you for the neighbors so they know your time had come.
And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat
as it heads for my heart.
And as your body sags and the stench rises in vain,

And I will flail under these lights that seep down from the bitter sky tonight
and I will kick and beat my wrists together
and feel an ocean breathing waves, feel them licking at my face.
Ceilings don't exist and there are no floors beneath me.
If I were king of this night, would you become my queen
And I hope, your majesty that you like your position.

The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight,
and it's poised to drop sometime soon enough
on this dump truck where I lie mixed up with the morning's trash.
There's a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth.
But it's okay cause I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap.
And I think that I see that big blade falling.

Tonight will be the night that we begin to ease the plugs out of the dam.
And we still stand knee deep in the flow,
the undertow will grab our heels and won't let go.
Abd while we hold, our legs quivering,
the water rises now to our teeth when we just let go
and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have

I said I'd walk you home after our third round
of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts
and I grabbed hold of your hand.
We're up and we're out and we're yelling through the streets
and I'm out of my fucking mind
and I know you're next to me but I must confess what's in my head.
Keep pumping now, legs to beat the ground, and our hearts to beat the band.
The sky's on fire again.

There's a beautiful sky tonight and
if you were by my side then we could share it but you are gone.
So come at me with your moon and burn me in the stars
cause nothing matters anymore.
If I could only see you now for about an hour
maybe just a minute
just to ask
What has he got that I don't have
Is it his brown eyes
I know blue eyes get boring but I'll wear dark glasses all the time and

I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
ou need a little jump of electrical shockers
you better leave town if you only wanna knock us
nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
you see the rate they come down the escalator
now listen to the tube train accelerator
then you realize that you got to have a purpose
or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later

If every limb were broken,
tires had all worn thin
and my toes are all in pieces.
Do you know
what I would do
I would play can you drag yourself
200 miles
with just your fingernails
A little game that I made up.
Do you know that I never ever lose
There is nothing to
keep me from coming back to you
cause I can picture all the pictures of you
and me on your walls.