Bars Volta
I found myself at some railroad tracks
I looked around and there's no way back
And I
Stood there just confused and annoyed
Mad at the train that flew right by
Thrown into disarray
Wallowing turned to intense dismay
And I
Followed those railroad tracks
For hours and hours, I made no progress
Stumbled upon a small lake side
Hotel in shambles and I felt like crying
Crisis averted I thought to myself
When a headless man came and offered some help
He said, why don't you sit for a spell
The seats are comfy, but water is hell
And if you're up to it, we can go get the mail
He broke some bottle of expensive old ale
He said
He said
Have you felt this before
We know
You've been fucked from the start
Being drowned in your own heart
Have you felt this before
We know
Check in this house of the dead
Join us in the riverbed
Now I broke out in a cold cold sweat
My heart started beating right out of my chest
And I
Gave up and I took a rest
Swallowed whole by the blank expanse
Inside of this damned room
Broken glasses and peeling green hues
It's just
Me and this old dead man
Droning on and on about his missing hand
Beautiful lakeside view of gray water
And the disgusting smell of years old copper
Sense of dread around every corner
As if somebody went and they phoned the coroner
Down to the beach, my body on auto
Corpses lined the shore, blood like Picasso
Disfigured shadow, he touched my shoulder
He hands me a cup and asked me to let go
He said
He said
Have you felt this before
We know
You've been fucked from the start
Being drowned in your own heart
Have you felt this before
We know
Check in the house of the dead
Join us in the riverbed
He says I'm dead
He says I'm dead
Have you felt this before
We know
You've been fucked from the start
Being drowned in your own heart
Have you felt this before
We know
Check in this house of the dead
Join us in the riverbed
You've been fucked from the start
You've been fucked from the start
Fucked from the start
I looked around and there's no way back
And I
Stood there just confused and annoyed
Mad at the train that flew right by
Thrown into disarray
Wallowing turned to intense dismay
And I
Followed those railroad tracks
For hours and hours, I made no progress
Stumbled upon a small lake side
Hotel in shambles and I felt like crying
Crisis averted I thought to myself
When a headless man came and offered some help
He said, why don't you sit for a spell
The seats are comfy, but water is hell
And if you're up to it, we can go get the mail
He broke some bottle of expensive old ale
He said
He said
Have you felt this before
We know
You've been fucked from the start
Being drowned in your own heart
Have you felt this before
We know
Check in this house of the dead
Join us in the riverbed
Now I broke out in a cold cold sweat
My heart started beating right out of my chest
And I
Gave up and I took a rest
Swallowed whole by the blank expanse
Inside of this damned room
Broken glasses and peeling green hues
It's just
Me and this old dead man
Droning on and on about his missing hand
Beautiful lakeside view of gray water
And the disgusting smell of years old copper
Sense of dread around every corner
As if somebody went and they phoned the coroner
Down to the beach, my body on auto
Corpses lined the shore, blood like Picasso
Disfigured shadow, he touched my shoulder
He hands me a cup and asked me to let go
He said
He said
Have you felt this before
We know
You've been fucked from the start
Being drowned in your own heart
Have you felt this before
We know
Check in the house of the dead
Join us in the riverbed
He says I'm dead
He says I'm dead
Have you felt this before
We know
You've been fucked from the start
Being drowned in your own heart
Have you felt this before
We know
Check in this house of the dead
Join us in the riverbed
You've been fucked from the start
You've been fucked from the start
Fucked from the start
Credits
Writer(s): Shayne Nelepovitz
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