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You can build it up or you can break it downYou can tell it, "Kid, you're on the wrong side of the town."You can wear it out or you can wisen upYou can drink white risky from your old man's coffee cup*But don't forget about the time you wasted all those pretty daysLying silent in the bedroom while they vanished in the hazeThe possibilities you'll find will only serve to change your open mindLay there long enough and you'll end up getting boredUntil you realize all you need is just the truth and a couple simple bar chordsYou can talk and talk or you can shut your mouthYou can burn the photographs in the shed behind the houseYou can crane your neck to see the rising sunOr you can sit and wait for it with an old sod off shot gunBut it'll creep up on behind you from the place you least expectAnd then break your bleeding heart before it rings your weary neckAnd even though it never quite belongs, sneaks into your every single songAll those petty things you never meant to sayLike, "Hi there, nice to meet you, please drive safely, have a very pleasant day."You can blink or gawk at the hand that you've been dealedBut either way you know your crops are rottin' in the fieldYou can go to mass, you can go to churchYou can make believe your blood ain't meant for wettin' down the dirtSongtexteSo throw a palm tree on the fire, girl - watch those leaves igniteAnd sing the blues out on some island 40 days and 40 nightsAnd maybe all that Mexico blood you spill on that cracking bridge of yours will last you until the firelight is gone and leaves you coldSleeping with the gray whales, white bones, and black ghosts until the day that you get oldYou can protest wars, say the president's a liarBut in this type of town, you're only preaching to the choirCause the thing that's gonna get us ain't the one we're protestingIt's all happened before, it will all happen againAnd the only thing I claim to know about the enemyThey use a dash of violence and a dire look of subtletySo go ahead, expose those evil plansCause you always got an inside manDo whatever makes you feel fineJust know whatever you swallow's always attached to some sort of lie Aus Songtexte Mania