Secret Lives Of The Freemasons

Make Like A Door And Shut Up

Secret Lives Of The Freemasons


suffer from wait heartbreak the fall 
we give up all that we know of you its gone

i've screamed in vain of your blood shed over these wires
over the heads of crowds that you will never see 
i must have wasted all my breath over and over 
to get nothing more than crooked smiles when we meet

we saw set in stone examples 
you were the first you were the bestheartbreakerever 
this is the epitaph sang for you 
we heard your first this is your last, last song ever

i've taken time to warm my hands over the fire 
over the fires that burnt up all your memories 
and i have spit up blood for this 
and over these matters i have screamed until i was blue in the face. 
the face the heart i could have torn apart myself my soul my life 
and now tonight we sing a song its the last one you'll hear 
i hope you're happy and i'm proud

suffer i was not made for suffering 
i was not made to suffer get it got it go 
we'll be just fine
we'll be just fine 
he'll be just fine 
we need to get some sleep so go on home