I'm alive and stark, raving free with only a handful of gravel to suck on for the entire duration of this commercial - free interruption.
We ran and ran until there was nothing left in our legs but sand and bourbon whiskey.
Fuel the ancients,
God of nothing.
Drizzle down the legs of this woman we call America with the glistening scent of her still on our bodies, telling us to rally over her heathen,
jester,
poet,
rogue,
transient,
draft dodger,
misanthrope,
killjoy,
heat seeker,
mofo,
abscessed,
lawless son of a bitch.
We can drag out of whatever hobble they had declared their domain and stand on her teeth
- America's teeth and make the loudest goddamn noise we can before last call because that's considered the hottest band.
The tyranny,
the absolute tyranny,
of being righteous.

I told that son of a bitch twice.
I asked for the Jack and Coke,
not rum and Coke,
not Coke on ice.
Jack and fucking Coke!
And he looks at me all high and proper and says,
"God man, what's the difference?".
I look him square in his ricochet grin and say,
"the hell with you because if you don't know what flavour's your flavour,
then we're not really having this conversation."
And with that, I upended my giant spooling surface, table and ashtray and flew into a legend to have this asshole fucking bartender describing me as,
quote unquote,
'a mad psycho who's really drunk and threw that table at me for no fucking reason babbling about flavours'. Immortalizing a bar myth for wanting a Jack and Coke and proving a point by punctuating with flying furniture.
To each his own, I guess. Go figure.

Is it just me or is irony with its pants up around its ankles throbbing for a break,
a better way,
a reach around,
anything?
We turn and face the bullshit like waves of concrete. That sacrilegious moment before the mindset kicks in and you can't take it anymore and your mouth is the trigger and your brain is loaded and the monster wants to take apart every motherfucker on this planet because they deserve to feel this free.
They don't get it and never will.
So come on you bastards.
I've got the mountains in my bag and a face full of lines,
lies,
and tributes.
Do you want me?
I'm right fucking here.
Away forever if I actually can see a thousand miles. Save your breath because I'm waiting.
Going nowhere but up.
Now back to your life - already in progress.



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    General CommentMan, I love this poem right now. Nice to see one of Corey's poems actually set to music.

    Anyway, I think the lyrics are more like this:


    I'm alive and stark-raving free with only a handful of gravel to suck on for the entire duration of this commercial-free interruption.
    We ran and ran until there was nothing left in our legs but sand and bourbon whiskey.
    Fuel of the ancients,
    God of nothing.
    Drizzle down the legs of this woman we call America with the glistening scent of her still on our bodies, telling us to rally every heathen,
    jester,
    poet,
    rogue,
    transient,
    draft dodger,
    misanthrope,
    killjoy,
    heat seeker,
    mofo,
    abscessed,
    lawless son of a bitch
    we can drag out of whatever hobble they had declared their domain and stand on her teeth
    - America's teeth and make the loudest goddamn noise we can before last call because that gets her the hottest, man -
    The tyranny,
    the absolute tyranny,
    of being righteous.

    I told that son of a bitch twice.
    I asked for the Jack and Coke,
    not rum and Coke,
    not Coke on ice.
    Jack and fucking Coke!
    And he looks at me all high and proper and says,
    "God man, what's the difference?".
    I look him square in his ricocheting grin and say,
    "the hell with you because if you don't know what flavor's your flavor,
    then we're not really having this conversation."
    And with that, I upended my giant spool - the surface, table and ashtray and fled into a legend and had this asshole fucking bartender describing me as,
    quote unquote,
    'a mad psycho who was really drunk and threw that table at me for no fucking reason babbling about flavors'. Immortalized in a bar myth for wanting a Jack and Coke and proving a point by punctuating with flying furniture.
    To each his own, I guess. Go figure.

    Is it just me or is it all ending up with its pants around its ankles
    throbbing for a break,
    a better way,
    a reach around,
    anything?
    We turn and face the bullshit like waves of concrete. That sacrilegious moment before the mindset kicks in and you can't take it anymore and your mouth is the trigger and your brain is loaded and the monster wants to take apart every dirty fucker on the planet because they don't deserve to feel this free.
    They don't get it and never will.
    So come on you bastards!
    I've got the mountains at my back and a face full of lines,
    lies,
    and tributes.
    Do you want me?
    I'm right fucking here!
    And I'll wait forever if I have to. And I can see a thousand miles at once -so hiding is moot. Save your breath because I'm waiting.
    Going nowhere but up.

    Now back to your life - already in progress....

    (although, I'm not very sure how it goes after "upended my giant...." It's pretty indistinguishable, but I put in my best guess.)

    And BTW, why does every fcking lyrics site in the whole ridiculous cyber world have the exact same wrong fcking lyrics for this 'song' (and for many others) ?
    I'll tell you why - because they don't give a sht about you or anyone else... They fuel their own miserable lives with ad revenue generated by your visit to a worthless site which copied its lyrics from the original. And all you get is the lyrics content of a good site like songmeanings.net, but with shitty, annoying, blinking banners that make even the calmest of persons want to punch their monitor in. And I just gave that revenue to several of them in the pursuit of the correctness of ONE F-ing phrase. Depressing....
    satoris.z10xon December 18, 2007   Link
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    General Commentand by the way, am i the only person who thinks queens of the stone age lifted the guitar riff from this song? listen to misfit love, by QOTSA and you'll see what i mean. they just slowed it down a bit.
    mudvayneprodon June 26, 2009   Link

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