paroles de chanson INRIhab - Every Time I Die
I
tied
the
devil
to
the
tracks
(can
you
hear
the
train
coming?).
I
served
him
papers
with
a
seal
from
the
governor.
The
spoiler
throwing
voices,
the
vapors
that
they
built
this
city
on.
But
he
don't
write
much
for
me
anymore.
When
we
keep
hell
in
our
hearts,
we
make
no
excuse
for
our
genius.
So
what's
my
excuse
now
that
hell
has
abandoned
me?
I
enticed
the
devil
out
with
a
bottle,
but
maybe
it
was
he
who
lured
me
out
instead.
When
we
slept
in
penitent
beds,
we
awoke
in
the
loving
arms
of
attrition.
So
what's
my
excuse
now
that
hell
isn't
courting
me?
Give
me
the
strength
to
be
widowed
now
that
the
honeymoon's
over.
Grant
me
the
privileges
saved
for
the
sailors.
Condemned
with
you
all.
Goddamn
you
all.
I
marched
across
the
muddied
stream,
illuminated
from
beneath.
The
lock
was
picked
with
the
church's
key
we
found
on
the
belt
of
the
veteran.
To
open
bar
tabs
in
the
taverns
assembled
in
levels
by
the
damned
and
fanatic
for
me.
We
never
loved
ourselves
so
well
as
when
we
lusted
after
another.
We
hummed
along
to
electric
guitars
and
the
standard
"whoa
oh
oh
oh's"
and
we
drank
each
other
under
the
covers.
I
eased
the
devil
back
with
the
throttle,
because
I'd
rather
live
my
life
in
regret
than
not
take
part
in
it.
If
the
devil
don't
mind,
well
its
alright
with
me.
So
what
do
I
do
when
the
devil
don't
notice
me.
Give
me
the
strength
to
be
widowed
now
that
the
honeymoon's
over.
Grant
me
the
privileges
saved
for
the
sailors.
Condemned
with
you
all.
Goddamn
you
all.
And
in
my
twenty-seventh
year,
I
was
dragged
kicking
and
screaming
into
the
light.
And
I
looked
at
God
in
the
face
and
I
said-
I
said,
"God,"
I
said,
"I
thought
I'd
been
in
heaven
the
whole
time."
I
tied
the
devil
to
the
tracks,
(Can
you
hear
the
train
coming?)
And
I
tied
the
tracks
in
a
lover's
knot
around
the
finger
of
a
beautiful
girl.
I'll
keep
hell
if
hell
will
have
me.
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