There's blood in the sink and he's plunging his wrists in
A hangover halo is washing away
Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror
Stands up in his derelict daydreams
Always too tall, always walked around wearing
A smile that was never quite sure of itself
Planning a future of failures inflicted
In phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds
There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention
Don't give me that look, I looked harder than most did
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down
Where do I go for a pardon?
There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention
We're listing what's left
A signed Slayer t-shirt
A car up on blocks in his mother's backyard
The Weakerthans - History to the Defeated Lyrics
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There's blood in the sink and he's plunging his wrists in
A hangover halo is washing away
Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror
Stands up in his derelict daydreams
Always too tall, always walked around wearing
A smile that was never quite sure of itself
Planning a future of failures inflicted
In phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds
There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention
Don't give me that look, I looked harder than most did
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down
Where do I go for a pardon?
There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention
We're listing what's left
A signed Slayer t-shirt
A car up on blocks in his mother's backyard
A hangover halo is washing away
Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror
Stands up in his derelict daydreams
Always too tall, always walked around wearing
A smile that was never quite sure of itself
Planning a future of failures inflicted
In phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds
There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention
Don't give me that look, I looked harder than most did
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down
Where do I go for a pardon?
There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention
We're listing what's left
A signed Slayer t-shirt
A car up on blocks in his mother's backyard
Writer: John K Samson, Stephen Carroll, Jason Tait, John P. Sutton
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
Performed By: The Weakerthans
Length: 3:55
Written by: John K Samson, Stephen Carroll, Jason Tait, John P. Sutton