Your Way Down Lyrics

When we've had enough of your graveside energy

We tuck our shirts in and leave you

And settle up with our shipwrecked whores, our punish-gluttons, and our detritivores

We love them cause they'll never tell the truth

The miracle can sort it out

After the forks and knives are polished

I never liked the taste of silver anyhow, I was throwing the polish down

Give me horsemanship and war devices

It's a radio razor and a digital blood

And you can't tell who to crucify and who to trust

You just know someone's been lying about the dangers in all this dust

One wound on display and one you cover up

And they pay the same to see it as they did before

And the laugh lines make you look a little smarter but a little bored

And don't feel welcome on that side of town anymore

So if we're all dying...

And all that it gets you

That bald patch on the wheel that put you in the wall

The glass you burn into, I...

I hope you feel it all

I hope you feel it all

On

Your

Way

Down

You said it quiet but you said it might be ending now

With hands out like Christ

And your false teeth full of lies

Bite down hard enough

You taste copper and then it's over

And you're not wrong but you're not right

And you're not right but you're no liar

Liar, liar