We're All Alone In This Together

The Taxidermist

We're All Alone In This Together (EP) [2011]

lyrics by: James Finch

Now available on iTunes!

 

We cut the gold from our cuffs
Lived like homeless romantics
Until the night when you were stuffed
By that sick taxidermist
Now I sleep on the mouse-sized couches
Of cardboard acquaintances
You’re rich and predictable
And I just don’t deserve this

Alright
So I showed up to our fistfight
Armed with every knife
You’ve ever stabbed in my back
And yes, that sounds slightly
Melodramatic but let’s face it
I’m Fucked and
I need all the help I can get

Your angry mob of juvenile admirers breathe fire
But their mentholated arson’s unskilled and I won’t call a truce
My friends arrived foaming at the mouth
You’d bribed them with never-ending forty ounces
Hey Dorothy, you dropped a house on me
Just to steal my shoes… didn’t you?

Alright
So I showed up to our fistfight
Armed with every knife
You’ve ever stabbed in my back
And yes, that sounds slightly
Melodramatic but let’s face it
I’m Fucked and
I need all the help I can get

My limitless cigarettes have been unpacked
By the bad habits that we built
Grasping for last straws in needle stacks
With callused hands and Good Old Catholic guilt
I’m just drunk enough to drive
You crazy but you know what they say
Keep your friends close and your enemies-
Buried alive in unmarked graves

Alright
So I showed up to our fistfight
Armed with every knife
You’ve ever stabbed in my back
And yes, that sounds slightly
Melodramatic but let’s face it
I’m Fucked and
I need all the help I can get
Alright!
(Keep your friends close)
(Oh she's gonna kill me)
Alright
(Keep your friends close)
(Oh fuck taxadermists)