Somethin' to Drink About
Well you're twenty down and you're forty spent ~ In lieu of where your money went ~ Would you do it again if again meant doin' me wrong? ~ Well, you're plenty fine and you're good to go ~ More Audrey Hepburn than Monroe ~ Would you do it again if again meant doin' me wrong? ~ If cheatin' death is easy why do you take it so damn hard? ~ As if you'll turn some coin on that bitch card ~ Well, you swear a lot and by all the saints ~ You're a grocery list of vain complaints ~ Would you do it again if again meant doing me wrong ~ You're a cherry bomb with a sailor's mouth ~ I'll give you something to drink about ~ Would you do it again if again meant doing me wrong? ~ I can sure as hell drink for two ~ But that don't mean that I'm gonna drink for you.

Because of Catherine
I was hurt I told you that I felt sick ~ And you just smiled and said "I was hoping you'd say that." ~ And so I faked my own death just to see if I could catch you ~ snooping around and rifling through my secrets ~ I could see how this could happen ~ But I just can't see it through ~ Catherine, it's all because of you ~ And I thought it might be worth a shot ~ But my aim was less than true ~ Catherine, it's all because of you ~ Well, I found you in the parking lot, honky your horn and crying like a little girl "God damn this downtown traffic." ~ So I asked to walk you home beneath the starless tarp ~ We stopped at a bar and I've been drunk ever since then.

Easter in Fremont
A sweeping moonlight cuts this sawed off room in half ~ Honey, I don't mean to laugh, but that shit's fucking funny to me ~ Like a funeral bride in a gone-wrong comedy ~ So take some benefit, get some sleep it's pretty late ~ Honey, I could play it straight, that shit's fucking easy to me ~ Like chaos math or brokenheartery ~ So in the meantime and I mean mean ~ Can I caution you the promise of your lean? ~ Though I ain't no drug to dare, I'll still brush the come out of your hair ~ Nailpolish mirrors wine ~ And it looks an awful lot ~ Like Easter in Fremont ~ this shit might mean somethin' to me ~ With the Devil in the way, we'll have to wait and see ~ So in the meantime, and I mean mean ~ Could I caution you the promise of your lean ~ Though I ain't no drug to dare ~ I'll still brush the come out of your hair.

Dead Set on You
I wish I could be partial, or in favor ~ I wish you could afford to mind your luck ~ Escorted through pornographic eyes ~ I'm a funeral under foul-weathered skies ~ You may as well just kill me now, cause baby, I'm dead set on you ~ I wish I could've been there, but I wasn't ~ I swear to God I wish you could've been there, too ~ Still, neither a knife nor a gun was pulled ~ So we may have had each other fooled ~ You may as well just kill me now, cause, baby, I'm dead set on you ~ Sweetness you're a poison that I've love to ~ But I'm dead from getting through getting through you ~ Moneyed up, good after bad, pay laughingstock at all we had ~ You may as well just kill me now 'cause baby, I'm dead set on you.

Playing Dumb
There's something about a woman who smiles when she moans ~ Hiking skirts I'll soon be hanging from ~ "I'm overwasted for the amount of tiredness I am," ~ You might think I'm stupid, no man, I'm just playin' dumb ~ With eyes in love with danger, I can see her pretty there ~ Less than half an angel, as they come ~ Roped into an alibi, pull the getatway car 'round front ~ You might think I'm stupid, no man, I'm just playing dumb ~ I'm playing dumb ~ It's well past my bedtome, still I'm trying to pop the moon ~ I'll take my share of bullets and then some ~ If it weren't for Jesus, I swear I wouldn't sin at at all ~ You might think I'm stupid, no man, I'm just playing dumb ~ I'm playing dumb.

What a Lovely Night (For a Bar Fight)
Old triggers have pulled this shit before ~ Now there's blood on the honky tonk floor ~ Sometimes it comes down to fisticuffs, when the voice of reason just doesn't speak up ~ Oh, what the hell it's a lovely night ~ For a good old fashioned bar fight ~

Best Supporting Actress
Here comes the best supporting actress musing "No joy," as she crashes ~ On a wrongly slept on mattress, how lovely ~ Be it woman's intuition, Lady Luck, or superstition ~ She sure as hell won't listen to me ~ I'm sure it'll make for a great song, someday ~ Well, I s'pose I could ignore it, but I'm just a sucker for it ~ The less it comes the more it can't leave ~ Now I'm wishing on eyelashes for the best supporting actress to get the hell up off that mattress, it's ugly ~ I'm sure it'll make for a great song, someday.

Speaking of Bad Ideas, Jaclyn
I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry that I couldn't heaven you ~ It's not as if you made it easy, with the hell you put me through ~ The trap you set was meaner than any beating I've taken ~ And our second chance was just a chance to fuck it up again ~ Jaclyn, you were just a bad idea ~ As far as bad ideas go now so must you ~ Jaclyn, you were just a bad idea ~ I don't got no drinking problem ~ I just get one when I do ~ But it's none for you to worry when comparing it to you ~ I hope you're warm and comfy in the misery you brought ~ And please don't tell me that you're sorry, when you're just sorry you were caught.

I Can't Sleep Enough (To Sleep It Off)
I'm head down and sorry, slinking away in shame ~ I feel as low as a grave, shouldering the weight of this blame ~ And I swear it's times like these when I truly feel that I'd be better of dead ~ Still I'm hedging my bets ~ Carrying these debts off to bed ~ And I just can't sleep enough to sleep it off ~ Well, it seems so easy for you, since that's all you seem to do ~ But I just can't sleep enough to sleep it off ~ Devoted like a shotgun ~ Hard-pressed and kissed into my mouth and some ~ Yes, I know I've been a dick but you've had me worried sick, ad nauseum ~ This evening's moon wanes hard ~ Still, it's hard to get redemption for my worngs ~ And if I could set this bottle down, I'd set up another round of sad, sad songs.

Ghost Town of You
The Devil ain't got shit on me and I couldn't really give a shit ~ I've got a streak of luck so bad it's got its own bullet with its name on it ~ Everything they say about me is true ~ Honey, I'll make a ghost town out of you ~ I'm and accident on purpose playing rag doll with your trust ~ I'll strip that beautiful armor of yours and replace it with a shambled dress of rust ~ I've got karma points in the billions, but they're not the kind you'd want ~ You could risk your heart on me, darlin', but you'd be stupid to pull that kind of stunt ~ And you'll thank me dearly for pushing you to fall ~ And you'll love me moreso when you don't know me at all ~ Yes, you'll thank me dearly for pushing you to fall ~ And you'll love me moreso, when you don't know me, you don't know me at all ~ I'm nothing short of a drunkard, a poor bastard with a sad story to tell ~ So I'll keepin' myself busy penning the Great American Novel in hell ~ Everything they say about me is true ~ Honey, I'll make a ghost town out of you ~

Pull Up a Door and Leave
Good God, what the hell was I thinkin' ~ She was ruined before she even waltzed through my door ~ It's enough to drive a man to drinkin' ~ But since I already do, I guess I'll just drink more ~ Oh, I cheated and I lied and like a little girl she cried ~ But not before she did the same to me ~ Well, I guess she got me back but not before I got her back ~ I told her "If you don't like it, you can pull up a door and leave." ~ Well hell, I guess I got me some trouble ~ From the looks of it, having seen that look before ~ Call for backup, quick, pronto on the double ~ She'll be a wreck before she waltzes out that door.

Weep
These ain't the easy waters ~ These are voodoo dolls I made of you in case you take to leaving ~ Dumb as a dime in Vegas ~ As sad as a two dollar lap dance from a crying stripper ~ Nothing says forever like a casket ~ But nothing's ever trembled quite like this ~ A mumbled marriage vow that I studiously forgot to resemble ~ I was pregnant with devotion but you had to fuck my faith and steal my calm ~ And so I killed it ~ Slow down this God damned Southbound ~ A flatter penny may flatter many soon ~ Weep, peacock, weep ~ Nothing says forever like a mother ~ But noone's ever asked it quite like this ~ A murder scene tattoo of you and me and him and me and him and you ~ Weep, peacock, weep.