Telepathic Judas ~ Propaganda Lyrics
Mountain
I could be a singer
If I wasn't tone deaf
I could be a poet
If I knew the words to write
And we could still be in love
If I knew how to be in love
I could cough the blood
Out of my lungs and I could smoke a cigarette
And put it out on the little birdhouse
We built when we were kids
'Cause you know blood leaves a trail
A trail-blazer with paper-mache set ablaze
In the gas tank of your mother's car
We could write a song
We could burn a house down
We could read book and we could ruin our lives
We could tell a lie and we could kiss the priest's wife
We could play god and screw the whole world up
We could eat our hearts out and get real stuffed
We could fall in love and get real stuck
And I'll see you at the top of the mountain
We can hold each others hand
As we fall apart as you look at me and say
"I've gone too far."
As I look at your wrists and see
Just how much I missed when they stashed me away
When they told me you'd be okay okay
Told me you'd be okay
Everyday, it's a getting closer
Going faster than this rollercoaster
Love like yours will never come my way
Eros, The God of Love
In the house of leprosy
You still mean so much to me
Wherever you may roam
Burning down this house of lies
Find somewhere you can confide
Dustin, do you love him
The same way he loves you
And Dustin, can you hear me
All the way in New York City
It gets hard to make amends
When your friends are conjoined twins
'Cause one head keeps on turning you away
Dustin, do you love him
The same way he loves you
And Dustin, can you hear me
All the way in New York City
And Dustin, do you love him
The same way that I love you
And Dustin, can you hear me
All the way from New York City
Jim Can't Swim
Julie
Who will tell your story
Of the lies you've told
How you left them all alone
Sitting there in the freezing cold
If Jim Can't Swim
Then Jim will drown
and if Jim can't sing
He can't make a sound
It's this fear and trembling
That I am simply dreading
It must be something, I'm not understanding
Throwing shoes off of Grandview
The lies that come from your sourlips
The court transcripts can only tell so much
About this life you have lived
If Jim Can't Swim
Then Jim will drown
and if Jim can't sing
He can't make a sound
It's this fear and trembling
That I am simply dreading
It must be something, I'm not understanding
Oedipus
Oedipus, oh Oedipus
And writhing in her selfishness
Oh, what'd you know
Oh, where did you go
And null
She is never coming home
So collect your change and gifts and such
And send them to the jail
And Cylde Cash
Do you ever miss the past?
Do you ever feel bad for what you've done
Do you ever feel ashamed for anyone
And BlueSpike
Where the hell are you hiding
You might be Julie to me
But you're just as bad as Isabella Jankey
Oedipus, oh, oedipus
With eyes gouged out, laying all around
And Rushnakov's blood-stained shirt
And Rushnakov's f*cked up words
A Kafkaesque way to live
But a f*cked up way to die
And Cylde Cash
Do you ever miss the past?
Do you ever feel bad for what you've done
Do you ever feel ashamed for anyone
And BlueSpike
Where the hell are you hiding
You might be Julie to me
But you're just as bad as Isabella Jankey
Oedipus, oh, oedipus
With eyes gouged out, laying all around
For the lost and found
(For the lost and found)
For the lost and found
And Cylde Cash
Do you ever miss the past?
Do you ever feel bad for what you've done
Do you ever feel ashamed for anyone
And BlueSpike
Where the hell are you hiding
You might be Julie to me
But you're just as bad as Isabella Jankey
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Dostoyevsky
God bless him
Cause without the Brothers Karmazov
I would've lived my life twice as lost
Leyland Kirby
Tearing through me
And I hope this eldritch horror
Will clear up my writer's block
There's nothing in this bookstore to read
Nothing in here, cept the letters you sent me
Leo Tolstoy
War and Peace
Alongside the books that I'll never ever seem to read
Friedrich Nietzche
I've never seen a smart nihilist
Is it so easy to claim the world is sh*t
There's nothing in this bookstore to read
Nothing in here, cept the letters you sent me
What's Going on with Maman
What's going on with Maman right now
She's probably tearing her IV out
She's screaming at the nurses
Saying they're hurting her
She's crying out for dad
But dad's been dead for years
What's going on with Maman right now
She's hiding her medicine
Inbetween the soiled linen
Gonna take it all at once
Just to see what it does
Cause I know she just wants to see her son
But I'm so ashamed of this terrible thing I've done
Locked her in up in a nursing home, just to die alone
What's going on with Maman right now
She's lying in her hospital bed
In a couple hours she'll be dead
What's going on with Maman right now
I'm making up for lost time
Tryna find some kind of goodbye
And as I think of this
That's when Maman begins to flatline