a crutial filliment is all but spent

soon it will be dark in my basement

my heart is waxing the slick floor again

hoping i will slip and fall in love

well she gave me the choice

to remain and rejoice

or to recoil and rebel

well papa, this gravity attack

yeah its a gravity attack

and i cant seem to carry, much less burry the past

well your ex-girlfriend said i was a terrible mess, yeah shes got a real good head on her shoulders

when the singer spoke and confessed he didnt really smoke cigarettes

she said her teenage brother smoldered, on a hot bed of cole in a starel white room

underneath that, joy division poster

he moaned papa, me moaned papa

somtimes i gotta vent my splean, sometmes i gotta vent my splean

when i get shattered in the heart and scatted in the brain

well all those medicines in those sermans still cant keep his braison nose from turning and salvation it may come free of charge but faith alway costs him something

they say there is nothing as sacred as the blood between brothers when its pricked from there thumbs and exchanged beneath the covers

well papa, my brother is gone

yeah my brother is gone

so would you tell now how it is, and how im supposed to get along

well you asked for a chorus but you got her a frame

yeah its anoher sad song that moves like a train

you cant wistle to it but you can fast forward through it

flick it off your shoulder like dead skin

they say my head on a plate, make her the debate over the unbearable high cost of living

but papa, everything falls apart

everything falls apart

and the grass will grow and surely as they will break your heart