| Protest the Hero – Hair-Trigger Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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the song is clearly about smoking Hair Trigger means responding to the slightest provocation or stimulation. That sweet little redhead is talking about the ember on the cigarette Her pale skin BURNS so hot in the midnight air clearly the white paper most cigs are wrapped in She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair (the Ashes) Her heartbreak on my skin her scent on my fingers (the coloring and smell of the constant smoker) Every kiss is a little sickening i can feel death's fingers quickening tightening my passageway (clearly the loss of the ability to breath from smoking) Try to remember that she hates you and although she might elate you she trys to kill the great thats in you now. (once again talking about the time consuming and physical degeneration of smoking) And she's handpicked the fate That awaits you now And despite her words It's not too late. (clearly the knowledge that quitting will lead you to a better life) I wrote a goddamn love song to praise everything i hate (his pro smoking cigarette song) And kids were watching the chorus line and the sealed my pictures frame(watching him and thinking that rody is a proud cigarette smoker which at the time he was but has since changed and the regret he now feels) She might run shit for right now but i'll be damned if it's forever and always (the decision to quit) As the chorus line fades away like friends in high school hallways (the regret subsiding with time and the death of his friend) I got this feeling that things will never be the same (him actually beginning to quit) What about those rainy nights in london what about the crippling desert heat what about all those times you swore you'd never leave me? (the good times that he truely loved smoking) What about the hospital in L.A. You took me back after that night (relapsing) What about that blackened image in my mind? (seeing what lung cancer does to a person) I swear i burn with a new light (the crap you will tell yourself so you will start up again) What about that frozen dripping holiday bird thats cold.....she's cold as ice...(my favorite metaphor of the whole song....quitting cold turkey!) |
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