Somewhere Down the Barrel - The Dissociatives

SOMEWHERE FROM THE MORTAR

THEY SAVED YOU FROM FAR AWAY LABELS

ETERNITY MEANS NOTHING

BUT A SIGN ON A BRIDGE

WHEN EVERYONE’S A STRANGER

THEY CALL FOR YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME

AND LAUGH AT JOKES YOU ONCE MADE

WHEN YOU WERE A KID

SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL

LIES A BULLET THAT I CAN’T KEEP

AND IN THESE WATERS I’M WADING FOR A REASON

AFTER ALL, IT’S IN MY HEAD

I’M NOT A SLAVE TO A DESPERATE LUST

AND IN THESE WATERS I’M WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL…

SCREAMING LIMITATIONS

FALL SILENT ON NEW YORK CORNERS

A TERRORIST’S A PRISONER, AND A TOURIST A THIEF

WHEN PAINTINGS SEEM LIKE BARGAINS

BUT THEY’RE NOTHING BUT WALLPAPER

I’M PLAGUED BY SMALL TOWN FASCISTS

LIKE A RASH ON MY SKIN

SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL

LIES A BULLET THAT I CAN’T KEEP AND

I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN DISTANCE

AFTER ALL, IT’S IN MY HEAD

I’M NOT A SLAVE TO AN UNBORN TRUST

AND IN THESE WATERS I’M WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL… AFTER ALL…

AFTER ALL…

NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH…