Yer Little Black Book - John Murry

All the little signs you tell me to give you

And all the inane things you demand of me

Well they would not be enough

Nothing is enough

So you strap up yer lil black book

And you turn to go

Bolt the door

And you tell me to get out

I’ll sit in my car with the radio on

Singing along with ian curtis

She’s lost control again

Ain’t that the curse of the second hand?

Ain’t that the ticking off of the hours in our days?

If i weren’t so afraid and alone

I swear I’d make them pay me what i am worth

But it would not be enough

When I know you deserve better

So you strap up yr black book

As you turn to go

Strap up yer black book

As you turn to coal

You know their drill

And you do it so well

You say you lov it

Say you hate it

And ain’t that life?

No it ain’t

That’s just the curse of the second hand

If you’d only open up

Your blood stained eyes

To everything you say insane

Man it’s just sad and true

I guess the truth it ain’t enough

What will ever be enough?

Strap up yer black book

As your turn to go

Nod over coffee

As you turn to stone

Sit in traffic

And watch time die

Curse the sun while you beg it for rain

Ain’t that the curse of the second hand?

Ain’t that the ticking off of the hours in our days?

The sea will boil before y’all understand

I built this ship of fools with my own hands

I drowned in the water then i slaughtered the lamb

To get away from your homemade wasteland

Found self help in charles fort’s book of the damned

You can’t drink His blood then ask for white wine instead

If I am insane then why are you still listening?

I’m scared of hell and I’m scared of heaven too

This is my story and this is my song

I’ve been begging for forgiveness for far too long

Were you there when they crucified

The idea of the divine

How great thou art is when the critics decide

If this is a union then my soul’s paying the dues

That feed the yankee fools on the sitcom nightly news

Why try to understand when my words aren’t understood

When melody is heresy and irony is truth?

That’s just the curse of the second hand

(ain't that the curse of the second hand?)

That’s just the curse of the second hand

(ain't that the curse of the second hand?)

That’s just the curse of the second hand