The Ragged & The Raw

Where best friends are like brothers and every bet is everything or bust
Where kids meet up at night trying to survive on just excitement fear and lust
But Joey's got a car now so we just drive around
It's a brand new Friday night, same old shit-hole town
Djonno says he's in love again and this time it's gonna last
I'm sitting in the backseat watching the whole world blur past

The bars in this town have got a certain kinda draw
It's the street-rats and alley-cats playing demons and gods
It's the disgusting, broke and busted, the ragged and the raw
It's the strange, deranged and barely sane running on a different kind of blood
It's us

The streetlights of a parking lot shine down upon a smile
Of a pretty little thing dressed up with all her friends to set the night on fire
She comes over to the car leans on my window, smiles and says she got me some
She licks her finger, dips it in a bag and rubs it on my gums
She's laughing when she's asking, "What we doin' tonight?" I smile but I don't know
Then we all get out the car, leave the headlights on and crank that radio

The bars in this town have got a certain kinda draw
It's all these street-rats and alley-cats playing demons and gods
It's the disgusting, broke and busted, the ragged and the raw
It's the strange, deranged and barely sane running on a different kind of blood
It's all these vampires, ghosts and werewolves, all these creatures time forgot
It's the hired guns living on the run too desperate to get caught
Its the thieves that haunt this midnight like shadows in the dark
And it's the kids out in the streetlight with their hands in their pockets
It's us

The Sun goes down, the wolves come out, the stars just lay there laughing in the sky
You know that they could help you if they wanted to but they won't even try
This town'll read your fortune if you let her but her deck's a little light
The kings and queens are all out chasing aces and they're dressed up to the nines
There's kids out in the moonlight banging drums with other people's broken bones
There'll be a murder at midnight, some'll scream and some'll just hold up their phones
There's bodies in the backseats and there's blood running through these cobblestones
But it's Friday night, and ain't nobody going home

The bars in this town have got a certain kinda draw
It's all these street-rats and alley-cats playing demons and gods
It's the disgusting, broke and busted, the ragged and the raw
It's the strange, deranged and barely sane running on a different kind of blood
It's all these vampires, ghosts and werewolves, all these creatures time forgot
It's the hired guns living on the run too desperate to get caught
Its the thieves that haunt this midnight like shadows in the dark
And it's the kids out in the streetlight with their hands in their pockets
It's the type of premonition that you feel deep in your gut
It's all these bad decisions all these twists in the plot
It's the dopers and no-hopers and their razors are sharp
They got barbed wire for bootlace and in the bare-knuckle brawls
They will beat you til you're bloodless til you're begging them to stop
On beat-up couches and park benches kids are riding their luck
You got boys breaking in to bra straps like an old bank vault
And you got girls going down just as the sun's coming up
It's us

Midnight Sun

Joey's Daddy did a stint in prison
But Joey's Daddy weren't one to sit tight
He snuck out with the laundry in the morning
And he slept with Joey's Mama that same night

Law took him back to prison 'fore the Sun came
Leaving Joey and his Mama on the farm where his Mama dwelled
Joey's grandad wouldn't raise no bastard
So Joey pretty much had to raise himself

Joey headed-up a hole-in-the-wall-gang
Train-robbing heroes of the working class
They robbed the wealthy men that owned the railroad
And gave it to the men who laid the tracks

Them sour railroad owners got together
To find a way to get Joey of the scene
They bought out all the lawmen and some outlaws
And promised even more to the man who brought him in

But he was faster than a switchblade and he didn't give a good God-damn
He's got the words "Living Free" tattooed across his hands
Yeah he's as wild as you can get and still be called a man
But he could lay low just like a Midnight Sun
Boy was born for living on the run

Maria, God, now she could light a room
But she was wearing a rich kid's diamond ring
Joy couldn't keep his eyes off of that diamond
And Maria couldn't keep her eyes off him

Joey and Maria lying naked
When the rich kid and his blade bust through the door
That rich kid didn't figure that second to banging Maria
Joey's favourite thing was knocking rich kids through the floor

Yeah he was faster than a switchblade and he didn't give a good God-damn
He's got the words "Living Free" tattooed across his hands
Yeah he's as wild as you can get and still be called a man
But he could lay low just like a Midnight Sun
Boy was born for living on the run

Maria says, "I'm gonna keep this baby"
Joey says, "Well, I ain't gonna stick around"
Maria's Daddy sure looks like he means it
When he says, "I'm gonna put Joey in the ground"

Maria's Daddy bought himself a posse
Maria gone and bought herself a dress
The posse's all got rifles, knives and shotguns
Joey's got a diamond ring and a price upon his head

But he's faster than a switchblade and he didn't give a good God-damn
He's got the words "Living Free" tattooed across his hands
Yeah he's as wild as you can get and still be called a man
But he could lay low just like a Midnight Sun
Boy was born for living on the run

Lost

Summer in a small town, kids out of school
They're driving through the streets with nothing to do
But there's a kid who looks a little bit older and he'll get served
The nights are light and the air is warm
With emotions running high and feelings running strong
And you never love anybody quite like your first

It weren't like Tommy didn't like other kids
He had tons of friends and all the girls that he'd kissed
Were talking about going steady
There's a hundred lives he could have lived in that town
And most of them, honestly, probably would have worked out
But there's a restlessness in Tommy that meant he weren't ready

So he'd jump the fence to the park at night
He'd lay in the grass and stare up at the sky
Thinking nothing's worth nothing and life's too short
He's getting drunk and pushing girls too far
He's pulling their strings and breaking their hearts
And he don't even care 'til he gets caught

Until one summer night he really did fall in love
But they were kids, you know, so it all just got lost
And the summer kept going but something inside of him changed
So he packed himself a little bag and counted his cash
Tied his shoelaces up and swore he'd never come back
He put a Willy Vlautin novel in his pocket and he caught a train

You gotta climb that mountain, gotta jump that canyon
Gotta put on your cape and climb into that cannon
Cos sometimes the life you're living just ain't enough
There are fears to overcome and challenges to meet
People to become and big dreams to dream
And you can't find your own way if you ain't got lost

The road is like a best friend that pulls you aside
For a set-you-straight talk when you get a little wild
But the words that it's chosen, cut you to the bone
Love comes easier but trouble does, too
And opportunity don''t knock it comes right up to you
Reminds you that you come a long way but there's still places to go

Tommy's out on the road and he's having his fun
He sleeps when he has to, sometimes rough
But he's always sleeping with somebody when it's raining
And all them poor girls start planning their lives
Around his pillow talk and his breakfast lies
But when the road starts calling there ain't no way he's staying

You gotta climb that mountain, gotta jump that canyon
Gotta put on your cape and climb into that cannon
Cos sometimes the life you're living just ain't enough
There are fears to overcome and challenges to meet
People to become and big dreams to dream
And you can't find your own way if you ain't got lost

Tommy's skin's all scarred from a thousand fights
He's old but there's still road in his eyes
That shines for a mile whenever he bares his teeth
Everyone can fix you in this day and age
Whatever your problem whatever your pain
But if you ain't broken then you ain't free

If you ain't broken, you ain't free.

We Don't Have To Take Off Our Clothes

We don't have to take off our clothes to dip our toes in the sea
You don't need to go to the bottom of the ocean to know what's deep
I'd go on my own but I can't stand that company
So if you're ready for the road, honey, let's go you'll be all that I need

I don't wanna be in love
I just wanna fall in love

Have you ever driven off a horizon into a sunset before?
Where it's never really night but there ain't light enough to call it morn
It's magic for a few hundred miles but then we'd both get bored
So let's pull over to the side of the road and let the night take hold

I don't wanna be in love
I just wanna fall in love

There's an awful lot of kissing let the spit do it's mixing that's the fun
Just a couple of kids in the back seat with the seatbelts undone
Don't you rap on the windows now just let them young lovers be
The handbrake'll come off with their clothes and they'll be scramblin' for the keys

Cos they don't wanna be in love
They just wanna fall in love
None of us wanna be in love
We just wanna fall in love

We don't have to take off our clothes to dip our toes in the sea...

Rock-a-bye Daddy

Rock-a-bye Daddy on the treetop
When the Sun comes his body will rot
When the bough breaks his body will fall
Down will come Daddy, slipknot and all

Mama's been tilling through tears like she ain't gonna stop
But Baby's been crying 'cos he don't like the taste of the broth
Ain't nothing here gonna grow
No matter what seed she sews
So Mama's just taken the dirt and put it straight in the pot

Rock-a-bye Daddy on the treetop
When the Wind blows his body will rock
When the bough breaks his body will fall
Down will come Daddy, slipknot and all

No one's been out to the farm now since 2006
There's stories 'bout killings & ghosts that you hear from the kids
Then some newlyweds looking for land
Drove up to the farm with a man from the bank
To see on who owns it and turn that dirt into profits

Well the first thing they saw as they drove up the road to the farm
Was what's left of Daddy still dangling out on that arm
And a little Baby lay
Next to a chair on its side in the hay
And Mama was tied by her neck to the beams of the barn

Mother's Medicine

Your mother's got her medicine, but she's still got her temper
      and neither mix well with vodka.
Her beatings are extra vicious if you remind her of your existence
      so you been quiet since you were a toddler.
She likes to remind you, even though it's not true,
      of how you drove your dad away;
How he could never love you, how no one could ever love you,
      how you're her worst mistake.

Every day and night, this world, its people, life
      taunts you with its happiness.
On the day that you turned twelve, the store would finally sell
      you your own box of matches.
The flames would singe your arms, new blisters on old scars
      and you didn't even screw your face.
The pain shot through your blood, still you'd do it again because
      it's like some sort of escape.

Next birthday rolls around, you packed a bag and headed out
      teary-eyed & teenage runaway.
You cut through the park, went down the thistle path
      to the shorelines of the boat lake.
You were born in late november, so the water when you got there
      was colder than an old grave
But the same way the matches left your mind distracted,
      the water numbed the pain.
You went in to your waist and thought about being famous,
      it was surely gonna come;
The teams of reporters filming across the waters,
      interviewing everyone.

The pondweed round your legs, the heaviness of your dress
      starts to pull you under.
With the water to your head you took your final breath
      and thought about your mother;
You wished she could have loved you.

I Was a Young Man's Son

I was a young man’s Son
He’d just got out of jail and he was probably drunk
When he laid his eyes
On them green eyes staring back above a vodka, lime and ice

I am a cheater’s son
He was sleeping ‘round, my mother pregnant 6 months
When she needed him around
She tell him so and he’d yell at her and then he'd just stay out

I am a liar’s son
A childhood of promises he never came through on
Just to see my dad
It’s hard being a boy not knowing how to be a man

He didn’t know what he was doing back then
Outside the moment and he still can’t tell me yet
If he has an idea he just ups and runs with it
And I’m the Son of him

Train Wreck

I'd never met a woman
      could shoot a Magnum
            nowhere near as straight as you
And if you need me
      I'll be bleeding
            where the train passes through
With your Magnum, cleaned
      I'll be shooting
At them cans on the rails I filled
      With lighter fluid

You said the train job
      was the last straw,
            that we got what we deserved
The money we'd made
      was marked anyways
            and you was losing your nerve
You said that in the driver's eyes
      was something like a clearing
And when we'd washed that Magnum clean
      you said that I could keep it

There were wreathes made
      out of roses, laid
            for the man who shovels coal
And the daughter
      of the driver
            who was just 12 year's old
Left a postcard
      in her own writing
That read, "If there's a train up there
      Daddy'll be driving"

And now I'm tryin' to steal breath
      from a train wreck
            and the car's covered in ice
And I'm bleeding
      from my forehead
            and my chest is on fire
It's been two days now
      and I'm still bleeding
Wrapped the bullet holes with rags
      but they ain't healing

So I'm gonna drag this
      almost lifeless
            body to Canyon Ridge
Where there's a walkway
      by the railway
            where it runs across the bridge
You know where it is
      and you know I can't swim
But I'm going over the edge
      after I've thrown your Magnum in

The Blood of them Government Boys

In a camp you've never heard of
      in a land you've never been
Is a kid in charge of a rebel march
      no older than seventeen
They say that he's the deadliest kid
      these rebel troops have ever raised
He's killed twice as many of them Gov'ment boys
      as any rebel twice his age

He wears his scars like his medals and stars
      there's blood underneath his nails
He'll string a village up and then he'll hack machete cut
      blood panic bile torture entrails
Some say he chiselled his teeth to a point
      some say he scarred his own face
Even the jungle where he hides in the trees
      is afraid

I watched him trade children for horses
      I watched him swap five kids for just one stud
He had them hook a cart to the back of the horse
      and the cart was all covered in blood
Because the hospitals couldn't save one soul
      so they'd bring that cart around
And they'd load up them bodies up with their gunpowder brains
      and take them to a hole in the ground

And somewhere between the graves that they dig
      for the their own bloodied brothers been slain
And the stains on the Earth where the villages they've burned
      still smoke from the rapey remains
Is a hope that the terror-filled jungle
      can offer up some kind of shelter for change
And a hope that the blood of them Government boys
      doesn't stain

Headin' North

I work under bridges
Tryin' to keep my head out of the rain
The cheapest tricks on Highway 6
No holds barred, no shame
I go and get loaded
At the end of every shift
Climbing the walls with these petty criminals
Planning for something big

Got family two states over
A kid that I'm s'pose to support
Got myself into some trouble
And since then I've just kept headin' North
Now in every train window
When it's dark I see his face
And I pray to the Lord I could stop headin' North
And hold my son in my embrace

But as it is all I'm holding
Is this black Colt .45
And the hope that it ain't got too late
To make it out of this bank alive
But the counter glass has risen
And I know the cops are already outside
So I hold the barrel up cold to my temple
And whisper good-bye to my child

Walk Like A Man

We've got nothing left to say
Except - are you gonna have that baby?
Well, that's OK.
Just know, I ain't sticking around -
I need to get out -
I don't need no baby to hold me down.
I got a job now
In some other town,
But I hope everything for you and your new kid works out.

Maybe you could re-marry.
You're a pretty girl and you're smart and you care too much,
And what is love if it's not just someone caring too much?
Lord knows I ain't a lover.
Lord knows I ain't much.
Lord have mercy on you
If you believed I could love.

Who needs a dad anyway?
I got on alright, made my own way -
I did OK.
I just can't stick around,
I always need to get out.
I'll do anything you ask
Just don't ask me to stick around.

Oh, Baby, don't cry...

...Yes, I can hear what I'm saying...

...So I ain't great, well, nor are you and nor's this kid and fuck you
And fuck me if I'm staying.

If it makes you happy, things ain't worked out so well;
I've been knocked down and stamped on everywhere I've been,
I've been kicked out of every hole that I've tried to crawl in,
I've been starved of love, money, clothes, food and friends,
Now I'm broke in a land with a language I don't understand,
And I've been beaten into knowing what it is how to walk like a man.
I just can't.
I just can't.

I know there's no room for me where you are now.
It don't matter anyhow,
I'm still no good at sticking around.
But if you promise that my boy learns how to walk like a man,
I promise you'll never hear from me again.

If I owe you money, get in line...

My hands are worn down by this cage
And there's scars from the bars on my face
I'm trapped inside a debt I just can't pay
Most nights I pass out with my wrists at a blade
And it's bound to come one of these nights
You'll find me 'neath a scrounging pile of creditors and mites
If I owe you money, honey, get in line

She swears there's a baby on the way
And she's telling him it's his
But there's rumours on this whisky-stained night
That she don't even care whose it is
I swear I'll stand by her if it's mine
This might be what I need to get me back in line
If I owe you money, brother, get in line

When I'm out 'neath the stars I feel closer to God
But He ain't listening to me
I'm alright, I'm hard up but I'm fine,
And I know, out there, there are more hard up than me

So I'm sorry for the debts that I've made
For the borrowings I racked up that I promised you I'd pay
For all the times I got evicted and all the times you let me stay
I swear I'll get it back to you just give me a few more days
Mama, you've always been my lifeline
I swear I'll pay you back I just don't have it here this time
If I owe you money, Mama, get in line
It's breaking my heart!
But if I owe you money, Mama, get in line..