Morbid Craving

I couldn't find any lyrics for this online, so I tried to to transcribe it myself- it was surprisingly difficult. I'm fairly sure the first line of the 4th verse nor the part of the song which goes "the way he talks his (?)" are incorrect. Still, amazing song and catchy as hell.

I'm thinking it's probably a standard, bitter love song about a girl who's left the guy in question? I can't say I really know.

Here are the lyrics as transcribed on the album. you people should really buy cds, they are great!

Couldn't buy a break, wasn't gonna try Never went away and you never quite arrived And I followed just to see you running Things are going to call to you Things of little consequence That which once seemed small to you Now is so immense And I don't know how you could have seen it coming Rolled up in a carpet bag, you should have looked like hell, dear You know it always bothers me to see you doing so well and to see you look so stunning

Came uptight and went home raving Strung out with a morbid craving hung up from the walls that are caving down ain't nothing in here worth saving Sell it all for a morbid craving I just don't need the things you gave me now

The machinery and the tenements careening through the elements I can feel the fabric of your dress I can see you leaning up against The marble walls and the half-lit hall with someone Did you draw a debtor's pension An impression in the paint I don't recall the things you mentioned They all seem very faint The all seem so difficult so difficult to summon You would have thought you was the first girl ever learned a song by heart but baby if you won't rehearse it someone will have to do your part and i can already see her coming

slept all day spent all night praying just to fill a morbid craving rolled him up a hill and then straight down ain't nothing in here worth saving burn it all for a morbid craving i just don't need the things you gave me now

Collecting common knowledge Like the dirt beneath my fingers Though I did not go to college There is one lesson that lingers How a boy betrayed your confidence In the theatres and the monuments And I can hardly blame him, dear The way you talk such nonsense You wanna play the lost apostle In a hotel room in Knoxville But you don't know what you're doing So you don't hold me responsible You would have thought you was the first girl Ever loved a married man, oh dear I don't know how much he hurt you But I will hurt you more than him If that's why you keep coming

Came all night and went home raving Burnt out on a morbid craving Hung up while the walls are caving down Ain't nothing in here worth saving Fick it all for a morbid craving I can't give back the things you gave me now

whistles

Man, that was way off.

In my defence, though, I got the track as part of a compilation from Low Transit Industries- sans lyrics. Brilliant track- I'm definitely planning on tracking down some more Mendoza line stuff. Thanks for the actual lyrics- they're rather more with the sense making.