Beach Life-in-Death (Live at Crossroads KC, Kansas City, MO)

Last night I drove to Harper's Ferry
And I thought about you
There were signs on the road
That warned me of stop signs
The speed limit kept decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was almost raining at the train station

We put our hoods on our heads
At the train station
We threw rocks into the river
The river underneath the train tracks
And when the train came
It was so big and powerful
When it came into the little station

I wanted to put my arms around it
But the conductor looked at me funny
So we had to say goodbye and leave
The monopoly board still
In the backseat
Took that nightmare left turn
To get out of town
Ran into the decreasing speed limits again

What should I do? (Eat breakfast)
What should I do? (Eat lunch)
What should I do? (Eat dinner)
What should I do? (Go to bed)
Where can I go? (Go to the store)
Where can I go? (Apply for jobs)
Where can I go? (Go to a friends)
Where can I go? (Go to bed)

I wrote beach death when
I thought you were taken
I wrote beach funeral when
I knew you were taken
I wrote beach fagz, well, it wasn't
About you, but it could've been
Well, no, it couldn't have

I spent a week in Ocean city
And came back to find you were gone
I spent a week in Illinois
And I came back to
Find you were still gone
I pretended I was drunk when

I came out to my friends
I never came out to my friends
We were all on Skype
And I laughed and I changed the subject
She said, what's with this dog motif?
I said, do you have something against dogs?

I am almost completely soulless
I am incapable of being human
I am incapable of being inhuman
I am living uncontrollably

It should be called antidepression
As a friend of mine suggested
Because it's not the sadness
That hurts you
It's the brains reaction against it

It's not enough to love the unreal
I am inseparable from the impossible
I want gravity to stop for me
My soul yearns for a fugitive
From the laws of nature
I want a cut scene
I want a cut from your face to my face
I want a cut, I want the next related video

I don't want to go insane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't want to have schizophrenia
Ah, ah, ah, la, la, la

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Last night I dreamed he was
Trying to kill you
I woke up, and I was trying to kill you
It's been a year since we first met
I don't know if we're boyfriends yet

Do you have any crimes that, that
We can use to pass the time, I am
Running out of drugs to try and I

We said we hated humans
We wanted to be humans
We said we hated humans
We wanted to be humans

Get more groceries, get eaten
Get more groceries, get eaten
Get more groceries, get eaten

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
In the mall in the nighttime
You came back alone with a flashlight
It was the start of nothing new
But it was my favorite scene
I couldn't tell you what it means
But it meant something to me

And pretty soon you'll find some
Nice young satanist with braces
And one capital 'O', significant other
And you can take him home
To your mother and
Say, "Ma, this is my brother"

We said we hated humans
We wanted to be humans
We said we hated humans
We wanted to be humans

Get more groceries, get eaten
Get more groceries, get eaten
Get more groceries, get eaten
By the one you love
When they put their lips around you
You can feel their smile from the inside

(One, two, three, four!)
Last night I dreamed he was
Trying to kill you
I woke up and I was trying to kill you, ohh
Your ears perked up
I perked up when your ears perked up
You were all looking around
And I hoped it was for me

I hoped you were using your
Sonar systems for me
The ancients saw it coming
You can see that they tried
To warn them in the tales
That they told their children
But they fell out of their
Heads in the morning

They said sex can be frightening
But the children were not listening
And the children cut out everything
Except for the kissing and the singing
When they finally found their home
At Walt Disney studios

And then everyone grew up
With their fundamental
Schemas fucked, but, but
But there are lots of fish left in the sea
There are lots of fish in business suits
That talk and walk on human feet
And visit doctors, have weak knees

Oh, please let me join your cult
I'll paint my face in your colors
You had a real nice face
I, I had an early death

The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed over your grave

The ocean washed open your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
How's your face, how's your body?
The ocean washed open your grave
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed open your grave
We're too scared to do shit!

Thanks a lot, have a good one