Whisky and Gin
And the teacher's so cold, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
Draw a picture to escape, then it looked at me and smiled.
Riding on a high horse ain't that what it's all about…
(Chorus)
Hitch your wagon to a star, look a little higher than you are.
Don't you know that clothes make the man,
So come on, dress as bitchin' as you can.
Of all the souls in this place, you could've paved a road a mile.
Long down my face…tell me
Untouched
(Hess/Lesperance)
Count the days of my ever after
And I cannot fill my hand
There's a space and a hole in my mirror
Where I used to stand
I'd drag the snakes that claim to love me
Down the sewers of my hell
With the face that the world pinned upon me
I'm just a prisoner of my head
I don't believe in calm surrenders
Cut at the knees I bleed a victim of fate
As I lay in the fault around me
Burn the bed of nails I had
And I pray that the road of plenty
Fills the manholes where I tread
I'll make the waves begin to tremble
Cut at the knees I bleed a
Victim of Fate
Forever is closing in, if I wait
The chance may never come again at all
To shelter me from myself
I feel the amphetamines
I feel them instead of me
I feel the amphetamines
They don't know
I don't believe in calm surrenders
Cut at the knees I bleed a victim of fate