Depressionista Lyrics - The Big Dirty - Every Time I Die

Trained in the art of devastating 

The arts be remaining unmoved in their midst 

We came down, down, down 

From that high and now we're looking for more 

We're bloodless now 

And we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it all 

We're passed around, around, around 

Like the currency of the friendless roads 

One trick pony and the parlor 

Isn't big enough for the both of us 

'Til death do we rock? 

We're so full of shit 

'Til death do we rock? 

You keep buying it 

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'Til death do we rock? 

You're so full of shit 

'Til death do we rock? 

You're still buying it 

The closed circuit of stimulus 

That runs between fashion and guilt 

Is winding tighter around the heart 

Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves 

We're retreating into the vogue 

Where we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitars 

Beg for the scraps of prose 

That piled up behind the bar 

Though we try and try and try 

We get the melodies wrong 

But we remember the words 

We're parasites, we are delicate 

In the way we bring each other down 

We were oh so close to the start when they finished us 

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Aim the mast at the ground 

Aim the mast at the ground 

And sail us to the belly of the whale 

'Til death do we rock? 

We're so full of shit 

'Til death do we rock? 

You keep buying it 

The closed circuit of stimulus 

That runs between fashion and guilt 

Is winding tighter around the heart 

Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves 

But we stand in the traffic indifferent 

To the grand histrionics of God unmoved