Kevin Griffin

Everybody talking saying you will be walking
This neighborhood will never be the same
You said we'd understand
You found out what's happening now
So we all sat down and you broke the news

Now Daddy don't love her anymore
It's still life with Cooley
Now Daddy don't love her anymore
It's just still life with Cooley

All your friends show on time
They come in bringing red wine
You said if it's over then we'll go in style
You better best take care keep one hand to your ear
So you're not left hanging when they're finally gone

Now Daddy don't love her anymore
It's still life with Cooley
Now Daddy don't love her anymore
It's just still life with Cooley

Whatcha' saying?
You're going to stay of at St. Madigan's?
(reeled in again)
You're just fooling around fooling around, yeah

People hanging with their good friends
Listening to those old songs

Now Daddy don't love her anymore.
It's still life with Cooley
Now Daddy don't love her anymore.
It's just still life
It's just still life with Cooley.

If they calm you down,
Then excite them
If they call you out,
Then ignore them.

You're speeding up
You're speeding up
To slow down

When they all believe,
You reject it.
When they all are for,
Be against it.

You're speeding up
You're speeding up
To slow down

If they call you out
They will tear you down
When your world falls in
Then they'll leave you dry

You're speeding up
You're speeding up
To slow down
Down, down, down

one more murder in this town,
don't mean a thing just lock your doors
and drive around.

one more murder in this town,
don't worry the rain will
wash the chalk marks from the ground

saturday night, shots ring out,
add one to the body count.
you come alive to see another's end.

plead it to a lesser count,
D.A. says without a doubt,
in 3-5 you're on the streets again.

one more murder in this town.
don't mean a thing .
you get accustomed to the sound.

one more murder in this town.
block off the street and .
wrap the crime scene tape around.

hosanna! hosanna!
I can't feel a thing at all!
hosanna! hosanna!
I can't feel a ting!

I can't feel a thing at all!

saturday night you're going out
parking lot, a figure come about
feel a piece click against your head.
pleading to his sympathy,

"take the car, I got a family"
you hear a laugh,
"It don't mean shit to me."

one more murder in this town

You come walking like someboby's lover
You come talking like somebody's friend
You wouldn't be here if I was unwilling
We both want the same thing

Pull
We both want the same thing

Brother, sister
Anoint me, absolve me
Take me with you
Below hell
You won't be here if I were unwilling
We both know what I bring

Pull
We both want the same thing

Around, surround
You subjugate me
Feel your pull
Effortlessly
Fuck me up
I'm begging you please
We both want the same thing

Pull
We both want the same thing

Your pain makes you beautiful, you love to lose control,
And mediocrity's rewarded so set your standards low.
In an imploding star, or a burned out car, I implore you.
In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, I implore you.

Suck me in, I'm willing, I get off when you go on
Let me be your fate. Pour it on, pour it on.
In a country fair or union square, I implore you
In a shrouded face or a spray of mace, I implore you.
I implore you.

Cryptic? Elemental.
You transcend when you succumb.
One last shred of frailty left,
Embedded in our bones.
In an imploding star, or a burned out car, I implore you
In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, I implore you

So do it again, do it again, do it again. This is what it means
Particle.

So do it again, do it again, do it again. This is what it means
Particle.