Them Angels Been Talkin' - The Lawrence Arms

What’s that sound in the parking lot?

Someone’s getting sick

But the beards just gather round to snap another picture of his dick

Around the corner there’s a party with a million pretty girls

Black and blue, tattooed and bruised, weary with the world

This hard life is running at full steam

Come on everyone and live the high life with me

I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep

Tonight is the march of the meek

I feel the sparks on my teeth and in my veins

Summers spent in basements and smoking in the rain

Number fifteen and Anthony, when will I see you again?

When is the next time we can raise our voices with our friends?

If I promise just to love you, promise you’ll always change

It’s more than a blackout or remembering names

This hard life is running at full steam

Come on everyone and live the high life with me

I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep

Tonight is the march of the meek

The ships and parades fade into dull grays

And everything ends way too soon

And up there the angels have been talking and you’d best believe what you

always knew

Their words are all true, no one is waiting for you

This hard life is running at full steam

Come on everyone and live the high life with me

I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep or Jesus gives me back my keys

Tonight is the march of the meek

Stand up and be counted

If you can’t live without it