The Corpses of Our Motivations

The Corpses of Our Motivations - The Lawrence Arms

Catching up on nothing in the basement

I call home

Dismantling discussions on a piss soaked telephone

I'm all grown up

I've thrown up theses feelings lots before

You're sitting in the park while

I'm staring at the door

Enough self mutilation

I've water logged and choked

A hundred beers another week ensconced in yellow smoke

I'm no devil I just have these demons keeping me awake

Pushing on my go leg laughing at cut brakes

The corpse of my motivation hangs

In the closet next to skeletons and bloody vampire fangs

Sleep all day drink the a away

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

This coffin's full of nails rails and pipe and glass

Rotting under yellow growing grass

Five in the chamber and I'm flying through the air

I've tied my blind fold tightly I'm cutting my hair

I'm a bullet and a target and

I'm drenched splattered blood

I've learned my lesson one time but once isn't enough

So dry your hands wash 'em clean wash 'em clean of me

Wave your victor's flag on your pile of debris

'Cause when you die like a hero you live like a slave

I'd rather die to see it change than

Live and watch it stay the same

Where the corpses of our motivations hang now

On the gallows over ripe with sh*t like colostomy bags

So we sleep all day drink a life away

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

This coffin's full of nails rails and pipe and glass

Rotting under yellow growing grass

There's a party in the woods and a dance in city streets

And a rumble down the avenue of fifty thousand stomping feet

And the fire is getting high igniting sweaty powdered brows

And if he hasn't saved you yet he isn't gonna save you now

Sleep all day drink a life away

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

Sleep all day drink a life away

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

Sleep all day drink a life away

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

And you're more beautiful than

You were on the day that we first met

My angel of the not yet buried dead