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All the little signs you tell me to give you And all the inane things you demand of me Well, they would not be enough Nothing is enough So you strap up yer little black book And you turn to go Bolt the door and you tell me to get out I'll sit in my car with the radio on Singing along with Ian Curtis "She's lost control again" Ain't that the curse of the second hand? Ain't that the ticking off of the hours in our days? If I weren't so afraid and alone I swear I'd make them pay me what I am worth But it would not be enough When I know you deserve better So you strap up yer black book as you turn to go Strap up yer black book as you turn to coal You know their drill and you do it so well, you say You love and you hate it, and ain't that life? No, it ain't That's just the curse of the second hand If you'd only open up your blood stained eyes To everything you say insane Man, it's just sad and true Guess, the truth it ain't enough What will ever be enough? Strap up yer black book as your turn to go Nod over coffee as you turn to stone Sit in traffic and watch time die Curse the sun while you beg it for rain Ain't that the curse of the second hand? Ain't that the ticking off of the hours in our days? The sea will boil before y'all understand I built this ship of fools with my own hands I drowned in the water, then I slaughtered the lamb To get away from your homemade wasteland Found self help in Charles Fort's "Book of the Damned" You can't drink His blood then ask for white wine instead If I am insane then why are you still listening? I'm scared of hell and I'm scared of heaven too This is my story and this is my song I've been begging for forgiveness for far too long Were you there when they crucified the idea of the divine? How great thou art is when the critics decide If this is a union then my soul's paying the dues That feed the yankee fools on the sitcom nightly news Why try to understand when my words aren't understood When melody is heresy and irony is truth? That's just the curse of the second hand (Ain't that the curse of the second hand?) That's just the curse of the second hand (Ain't that the curse of the second hand?) That's just the curse of the second hand (Ain't that the curse of the second hand?) That's just the curse of the second hand
Writer(s): John Miller Murry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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