Through plumes of smoke
A few houses a blaze
Your eyes scan over the water
Where the city's outline is faded and erased

Cries in the night
After the storm
Arms entangled in wave and wire
Frozen below in the darkness

Days float
Buildings sway
Tensions rise with the waters
As the sense of your fears worsen

What's at stake
Once the levee breaks
No one could imagine not returning

Dying of thirst
Could i still be alive or worse
Where was i last
Parked on the street when a shadow was cast
Taking me out, when a struggle ensued
What was that hole in my shirt
And the blood that spilled to the floor
Like a dead man's

The focus is blurred
And the voice off camera is heard
And the lighting's to blame
Tell the assistant director the same

Wait to rise long after dark
Been asleep at least three solid days
Wandering round this house just like a ghost
Searching for something in this life
That would fill the holes and satisfy
Your need to please everybody else
While your nerves shatter and fall apart
Wear out the grip-tape wrapped round your heart

Now you're dressed and ready for the kill

When the evening sun is setting low
Blinding you on your drive home
And the lanes of traffic all converge
Causing you to curse every other word
For to wish it all away

Daily grind's got your screw stripped
No can of wd40 can fix your situation
Seems to be losing steam

Dream's been dropped on credit cards
And false hope pumping out of your soul
Like oil in the gulf it's a dead end

Right outta port angeles like a bullet with no pain
Driving north on the harbor freeway
Up and over st thomas vincent bridge
Making stops as you go, everyone you used to know
Flashing your fury, gonna lay your enemies to waste

Never hear them when they come
Hear them when they come

Drop 'em to the floor, settle every score as you roll on
Out of the southbay, into the san bernadinos

Come on back here into the kitchen
You gotta see this one
You gotta see it close
They told you be careful
Don't trust no one but yourself
Be careful

In the kitchen with one bare light bulb
The floor manager is your best of friends
And out late when the drinking crowd weighs in
Way up late reading your book "kiss and tell"

Kiss and tell, don't trust no one but yourself

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Near the woodpile
Before the rain
Where he last saw the snake

With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover's changed hands

An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits

For a stranger's one mistake

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It's a simple mistake
When you've painted over your painting
And it needs no more speaking

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