Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life Fix me in forty-five So long live the car crash hearts Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Yeah, what you critics said would never happen We dedicate this album to anybody people

I'm not that girl He could be that boy Hands touch, eyes meet Sudden silence, sudden heat Hearts leap in a giddy whirl But I'm not that girl Don't dream too far Don't lose sight of who you are Don't remember that rush of joy

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

To the ground where you left my heart to bleed Your goin' down down down boy Five, four, three, two, one Bang! Bang! Bang! Boy! Your goin' down, down, down, boy Bang! she shot you. Karma tastes so sweet Karma tastes so bang bang bang boy Bang! she shot

Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a

Born from silence, silence full of it A perfect concert, my best friend So much to live for, so much to die for If only my heart had a home Sing what you can't say Forget what you can't play Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes Walk within my poetry, this

I heard you tellin' lies I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks are damaged goods It

They say I made the moon Everything was in the dark No memories at all Just a tiny freezing wind in my back As I was sitting there Singing a song they had never heard before Suddenly, a voice told me "Keep on singing, little boy And raise your arms in

Born on the bayou Chasin' down a hoodoo there And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Now, when I was just a little boy Standin' to my daddy's knee My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me" 'Cause he'll get you 'Cause