Текст (слова) песни: Every Time I Die - Pretty Dirty

The great American mischief has muted our hearts and our rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars.
Its all but too much.
So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved.
Everybody get fed up.
My baby better get high cause, Ive got something that I need to confess.
The dead men talking are longing for so much more than simply the obvious.
Cut us off.
Were suffering, hysterical, lighting the flare from the foot of her bed.
Ive been begging you for less mercy than this.
But the only thing you need to know, is that you never wanted to know.
Take it off, take it back, or take cover because were nearing a nerve.
Dead is wasted on the patient, so make haste and head for the wake.
Now the hornets inhabit the hearts weve abandoned.
We are gone.
Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses, and dance straight through the psalm.
I was right all along
Im dead, in the water.
Dont come for me.
I was once alive in the desert’s eyes on the day it wed the sea.
I drew a chalk outline around your city.
I hushed the sobs in your halls.
But we both know that its killer, baby hell outrun them all.
There is so much shame in how little weve gained for so long.
Now the sky is falling.
And youre just repeating everything I say.
You’re not listening close enough,
Its a catastrophe.
You have not been concentrating.
Pay attention there will be an exam.
Build an ark.
Build an ark.
Come bring us back to the ruin.
Drifting out of our heads.
Taped off the sky above your city.
Dusted for prints on the chapel wall.
But we all know that its killer, baby I will outrun them all.
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