Hair-Trigger

Haven't figured it all out yet but here's my take so far... :

That sweet little red-head's got her hooks in my back She points her finger and she shows me what I lack Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air She paints the streets a shade of grey around my chair, so come on in

Her heartbreak on my skin and her scent on my fingers Her taste is on my mind, it constantly lingers 'til I can breathe her, 'til I can believe her 'til I can breathe her, 'til I can leave her.

Every kiss is a little sickening I can feel death's fingers quickening Tightening my passageways If you can't count the years start counting days

?that she hates you ? she violates you She tries to kill the ?

Despite her words it's not too late

I wrote a goddamn love song to praise everything i hate and kids were watching the chorus line and they sealed my picture's frame

She might run shit for right now, But I'll be damned if it's forever and always.

As the chorus line eats away like friends in high school hallways/always

Oh, I've got this feeling That things will never, ever, ever be the same

Things will never be the same

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?

What about the hospital in LA? Took me ? ? away that night What about that blackened image in my mind? I swear ??

What about the ? ? next door

Cold, cold, cold...she's cold as ice!

knowing that protest almost never write what they mean i think this song is about cigarettes, and Rody's attempt to quit. If your a smoker you can start to see meaning in the words.

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!)

why is only like half the song on here?

try to remember that she hates you and though she violates you she trys to kill quake thats in your neck

"What about that blackened image in my mind?" I swear I burn with a new light

is what I hear. Although

You know, waffle sauce, you might be right. I thought this song was about a girl, but it definitely also could describe cigarettes. Though, the "her scent on my fingers" part is less hilarious now :P

Song is definitely about cigarettes.

And the one part is:

Try to remember that she hates you And though she might elate you She tries to kill the great that's in you now.

When I thought the song was about a girl I thought he was saying violate in a positive way (sex). But it makes more sense like this.

What about the hospital in LA? Took me a pack to get through that night (or You took me back after that night) What about that blackened image in my mind? I swear I'll burn with a new light

What about that frozen dripping holiday burn that's cold.

Hair-Trigger” is about addiction. I believe the type of addiction is fairly evident through the massive metaphor. It was kind of a cheap way to write an entire song about a burning little stick and not have it consist of only two lines. It was sort of my way of communicating to people that I do not love it. - Rody Walker

That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back She points her finger and she shows me what I lack Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air She paints the streets a shade of grey around my chair

Her hot breath on my skin Her scent on my fingers Her taste is on my mind It constantly lingers

Till I can breathe her Till I can believe her Till I can grieve her Till I can leave her

Every kiss is a little sickening I can feel death's fingers quickening Tightening my passage ways If you can't count the years Then start counting days

Try to remember she hates you, and though she might elate you She tries to kill the great that's in you now She's hand picked the fate that awaits you, but despite her words It's not too late

I wrote a goddamn love song to praise everything I hate And the kids were wanting a chorus line and they sealed my picture's frame She might run shit for right now, but I'll be damned if it's forever and always

As the chorus fades away like friends in high school hallways

Oh I got this feeling that things will never ever be the same

"What about those rainy nights in London? What about the crippling desert heart? What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me?" "What about the hospital in LA?" "You took me back after that night" "What about that blackened image in my mind?" "I swear I'll burn with a new light" "What the frozen, dripping holiday bird that's cold?"

She's cold as ice