Sing Out You Sinners You've got nothing to hide For the dark devil dawn is upon you I'm a meal you can't finish but you fork at me like I'm a raw piece of spinach that bores you Never found a way to get her off your mind some of this is yours and some of this is mine like an awkward cancer I wish I could hide mixing medications mixing up your mind waiting on a stranger for another ride some of this is yours and some of this is mine never found a way to get her off your mind never found a way to get her off your Sing to the death of Sunday School teachers And tangle our bodies like unholiest creatures Don't pretend like you don't know what your best feature is Just get out those pictures and burn them alive And if it's too troublesome for you my dear Then pack up your animals and ride And if it's too troublesome for you my dear Then get off your bandages You gotta get em out Get em out of here Oh, Sing Out you sinners you've got nothing to show for the wet screaming bodies around you You know all of your life you've been taking it slow Now you dance 'cause you're dying So angels and spectres will leave you alone Break all your wine glasses, dance to the bone Wear headphones regardless And hear the beast moan In spite of his awfulness awfulness awfulness awfulness awfulness And if it's too troublesome for you my dear Then pack up your animals and ride And if it's too troublesome for you my dear Then get off your bandages You gotta get em out Get em out of here Sing out you Sinners you've got nothing to hide for the dark devil night is upon you I'm a mean you can't finish but you fork at me like... Now I'm finishing sentences for you. DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEEDEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE

In the garage In the dresser In the attic of course In the house Behind the faucet Under windows and floors In the couch Beneath the cushions Behind every locked door Empty bottles Empty bottles Empty bottles Lives a monster Lives a demon Lives a sociopath Swimmin laps In my stomach With a sinister laugh If you think That I'm trouble Then you don't Know the half Of empty bottles empty bottles empty bottles They found half of Billy's body But I don't know which half Some of us were horrified And the rest of us laughed They put a cross along the roadside But he died in the bath With empty bottles empty bottles empty bottles In the backseat With the vodka Better step on the gas Screaming high Above the sirens With our brains at half mast And it's four in the morning You better make that shit last Or empty bottles empty bottles empty bottles I'm gonna count to six Before my bumper hits the bricks I'm gonna raise a glass Yeah the blood is up boys the blood is up I'll blame a poltergeist And I won't think twice Because it's easy for me Killing the ghost is easy for me They say a person's a good person That doesn't get caught Well I am not a good person So I don't worry a lot And at the end of the calendar And not look what I've got Just empty bottles Empty bottles Empty bottles

Emily you walk like the water is not deep And the more you stay the same The more I fall to pieces You should curl up in a ball when they tangle up your leash There'll be no where left to go There'll be no more grass to sleep in You may not be the best in show But you bear the biggest teeth though Joseph looking out The picture window is your own Are there squirrels out in the yard Did you lose another bone With eyes as dark as those do they let in any light Do you give it all to us Do you stash it deep inside Do you nip at neighbors toes When you're looking for a fight Do you crawl inside warm clothes Fresh out of the dryer What do you say we get together when I die You can lick me on the nose And point me towards the light And if those pearly gates are closed You can point me toward the fire You don't have to come along You don't have to come along You can sit And you can stay And you can bark a little song that goes Dee dee dee dee dee

Let your voice be the theremin Let it wobble and shake And feed off nearby shortwave signals Let it mystify And we'll do it like the good old days

Honey you move like a pile of laundry to the chute And you're like a flower that grows in an ashtray But it's not where you're from It's just how you bloom And sweetie I mark the years With other people's tears So it's with confidence I can say this to you Honey I come first Darlin I come first Sweetie I come first And if there's time remaining You can come to I spent the last three Halloweens Screaming into answering machines And explaining to the cops What it was I was about to do And sweetie I mark the years With other people's tears So it's with confidence I can say this to you Honey I come first Darlin I come first Sweetie I come first And I comes before u

Laying face down in a hospital bed Got an embolism poppin like a dark sunset Now it's IV fluids and a dark red sweat Cause everybody wants my money Family's in the waiting room shufflin cards Now it's two to the dealer cause it won't be long The nurse's finger's on the button And the doctor's playing god Cause everybody wants my money All you bastards are stuck in my will My body's jerkin back and forth I can't afford a decent meal My body's jerkin back and forth When I was 13 I was a rodeo clown When I was 14 I was a rodeo clown When I was 15 I ran the whole fuckin place Now everybody wants my money They grow up wicked and they grow up fast And your grandkids learn that you got a little cash So you stuff it in a mattress and you buy a bigger gun Cause everybody wants my money The last thing I remember was spittin on a cop I blew a 9.0 at a traffic stop Then he recognized my face so I bought the fucker off Cause everybody wants my money I grew up in a life of fame Hookers in my lap, hookers on the brain Now tell me what would Jesus do I bet he'd do the same thing to Got a catachrestic theroy that this thing is gonna work I'm on a graveyard shift shovelin dirt And my family wants to know how much I'm really worth And they take And they take And they take And they take And they take And they take And they take And they take And they take Later that evening yeah I gave em all the slip I'm in Mexico City on a cardiac drip And the service here is awful so I never leave a tip Cause everybody wants my money You gotta stomp your hands Clap your fists You gotta keep your heart pumpin just so you can stay rich I gotta golden parachute so you can suck my dick Cause everybody wants my money

I picked up my big rabbit's head and I strapped it on tightly I wandered around Six Flags with the kids like I do nightly I handed out balloons to four foot buffons Snapped a few photos and then Everything went dizzy I was in a tizzy Swimmin in vomit and fur Stick to beer man Stay away from that rum If you're doin shots with me it might as well be from a loaded gun Smells like vodka and wine In the unemployment line And gettin sick at work is no fun So even though you won't listen and I'm wastin my breath Stick to beer The back porch the screen door looks like it's been open all night She usually comes when I call her so I know that somethin ain't right I swear to god that I locked it but I must have been out of my mind I hope that somebody found her I hope she's doin ok I guess that my ex wife was right And I will be safe from drownin in the sea And nothing's worrying me Cause at the last second I always get lucky I always get set free Late last night we finally heard what happened Ol Neil wrote his last words on a cocktail napkin One things for certain We all saw it coming Some of us were even relieved He always meant well But hurt everyone around him If old Neil's to be believed

There's a ferris wheel inside the mall There's a bomb in a briefcase in a bathroom stall There's an old lady circling the lot She knows where she is but not where's she's not I have been very patient I have been watching for weeks I have been very patient I have been parcel post on your doorstep I have the blueprint There's a beam loose under the floor It's how the boys will topple the retaining wall I have been very patient I have been watching for weeks I have been very hopeful I have been parcel post on your doorstep I have the blueprint I don't wanna take the L Train to Brookyln I don't wanna cross the Tappan Zee I don't wanna eat no more of your cooking If you ain't around to help me finish I don't wanna waste no more time in orbit I don't wanna miss her birthday again Everyone around me is getting old And I ain't around to see it happen We're not gonna make it here There's a hole in the roof that I found There's a K-9 Unit sniffing around it I have been very patient I have been watching for weeks I have been very hopeful I have been parcel post on your doorstep We have the blueprint

Patrick Swayze does his own stunts He don't need no help from me I would ask him if he wanted to But I'd just be in the way I was born in a Hardee's bathroom While my mom worked second shift I was raised in the Honeycomb Hideout My sister died on a jungle gym They're auctioning the church They're ripping out the pews They're dismantling the alter where my parents were married Where my grandpa say us down And explained the life of Christ And my brother and I wondered Can we really trust this guy Patrick Swayze And Sam Elliott Rowdy Herrington Kelly Lynch They make up the cast of Road House Where would we be without them They're auctioning the church They're ripping out the pews They're dismantling the alter where my parents were married Where my grandpa say us down And explained the life of Christ And my brother and I wondered Can we really trust this guy When they stormed the Double Deuce With their knives inside their boots And I had a sinking feeling that Brad Wesley was there Then we remembered the rules And decided to be nice until it's time To not be nice

Springfield Springfield oh what is the deal Is my shadow still on your wall Well you'll sit in that booth til you're long in the tooth Or til summer bleeds into fall She's doing a bump behind Brewhaus Sinatra says it's time to go And I'm so full of hate that I can't see straight I carry a hammer into the woods New York New York you're on life support I'm so bored with the Brookyln sound I'd trade all of the trains to North White Plains to watch everything burn to the ground And we're slurring our speech down at Olive's Yeah we're shutting down the bar So I get in your suitcase And go back to your place And take all your lip gloss off St. Louis St. Louis made naked and useless In two trips around the sun So goodbye babysitters And goodbye to the glitter You know it's so very hard to get off And we're screaming down at Mangia Yeah we're shutting down the bar You know I was obsessed with Getting undressed witih All of the women I saw "And my old man always told me That hell would have no flames Just a front row seat to watch your one true love Pack her things And drive Away (-David Bazan)"

Ugly mothers have ugly babies Ugly mothers won't ever know They'll never outgrow their awful laughter You'll be an enemy to everyone you know Chain me to the wall Push me underneath the door You know that ugly kids will play in traffic They'll make hats from traffic cones You know their mother's gonna be the one to hold em closer And their father's gonna leave em by the side of the road They got you Chain me to the wall Push me underneath the door Dead kids get the biggest picture in the yearbook Right next to the table of contents Your name was on a coffee can at the reunion And no one's ever thought about your ugly ass since

Old gun New bullets I was born to spill blood what makes you think I can control Fresh dirt Empty stomach No one wants to die face down I did the dirty work Down in the cellar And now I'm so rich bitch that I tip my bank teller And I wanna see my kids but they ask so many questions And if you'd paid attention dear you'd be the first to know I am at my happiest when I'm dying slow They put a hit on you when you were out runnin It's the one that's coming for you that you never see comin