The Coin-Op Guillotine

Lyrics for The Coin-Op Guillotine

Hypnic jerk, and I'm woken from a dream We were pooling pennies for the coin-op guillotine They gotta give us bread but give us roses, or lifeless he reposes In a puddle of blood by a deadly blade a-gleam Your eyes glazed over while you sat unlistening You said your head's on fire and every thought is kindling A tired life is a wild ride for the saddest boy on the waterslide When the breadcrumbs only lead to where you've been But the last thing said while we lay in bed Is that "I love when you invoke my death" When the grey gauze mist descends on me like sleep So how does it seem like I've been coping? My brain is fried and my spirit's broken Working for the coin-op guillotine If you've got a cross to bear, call my name I'll see you there A 3-beer-buzz or bust these days, hungover international break Time slides glacier slow And the gallows concrete will hit like a pillow House a white whale, all of your exes ache within your solar plexus Heart erupts and the pavement splatters I think I'm right, I don't think it matters Two sounds collide upon the breeze Sunday service, Sunday league From either side there comes unholy scream How's it look like I've been dealing? Ten-tonne truck struck full of feelings Longing for the coin-op guillotine If you've got a cross to bear, tell me what it costs in prayer Call my name I'll see you there We've gotta pool all of our pennies Between us we have plenty Call my name I'll see you there