Yer Little Black Book

All the little signs you tell me to give you
And all the inane things you demand of me
Well they would not be enough
Nothing is enough
So you strap up yer lil black book
And you turn to go
Bolt the door
And you tell me to get out
I’ll sit in my car with the radio on
Singing along with ian curtis
She’s lost control again
Ain’t that the curse of the second hand?
Ain’t that the ticking off of the hours in our days?
If i weren’t so afraid and alone
I swear I’d make them pay me what i am worth
But it would not be enough
When I know you deserve better
So you strap up yr black book
As you turn to go
Strap up yer black book
As you turn to coal
You know their drill
And you do it so well
You say you lov it
Say you hate it
And ain’t that life?
No it ain’t
That’s just the curse of the second hand
If you’d only open up
Your blood stained eyes
To everything you say insane
Man it’s just sad and true
I guess the truth it ain’t enough
What will ever be enough?
Strap up yer black book
As your turn to go
Nod over coffee
As you turn to stone
Sit in traffic
And watch time die
Curse the sun while you beg it for rain
Ain’t that the curse of the second hand?
Ain’t that the ticking off of the hours in our days?
The sea will boil before y’all understand
I built this ship of fools with my own hands
I drowned in the water then i slaughtered the lamb
To get away from your homemade wasteland
Found self help in charles fort’s book of the damned
You can’t drink His blood then ask for white wine instead
If I am insane then why are you still listening?
I’m scared of hell and I’m scared of heaven too
This is my story and this is my song
I’ve been begging for forgiveness for far too long
Were you there when they crucified
The idea of the divine
How great thou art is when the critics decide
If this is a union then my soul’s paying the dues
That feed the yankee fools on the sitcom nightly news
Why try to understand when my words aren’t understood
When melody is heresy and irony is truth?
That’s just the curse of the second hand
(ain't that the curse of the second hand?)
That’s just the curse of the second hand
(ain't that the curse of the second hand?)
That’s just the curse of the second hand