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Boys Night Out - Make Yourself Sick - It’s Dylan, You Know the Drill
Make Yourself Sick
01. I Got Punched in the Nose for Sticking My Face in Other People’s Business
02. (Just Once) Let’s Do Something Different
03. The First Time It Shouldn’t Taste Like Blood
04. It’s Dylan, You Know the Drill
05. Hold on Tightly. Let Go Lightly.
06. The Subtleties That Make Mass Murderers Out of Otherwise Decent Human Beings
07. The Fine Art of Making It Out Alive
08. I Was the Devil for One Afternoon
09. The Anatomy of the Journey
10. Yeah, No…I Know…
An I.O.U. tattoo
strung along the finer rip and tears of your heart.
And it is there to keep you together where we're all falling apart

My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts
Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists
And this alcohol, my wrecking ball,
Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls

But, Contrary to counter culture
I don't care if the killing stops
Or if suffocation claims my lungs

we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead at the same time
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead the same time

This ringing room has been raped and ruined
Completely torn apart by the few who think that they'll find you
But time and fate, those things i hate
Both have their ways of playing off the winters weight
were both older and seven snowfalls
worth of colder earth has left us reaching

we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead at the same time
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead the same time

(At the same time)

The cellar door is coming up, coming up
and we've had time to lock it up, lock it up
I'm feverish i'm burning up burning
And i pray to god there's time enough, time enough
you know that i love you, But now i just can't shut you up, shut you up, so now i'll have to chop you up, chop you up
And I'll just wait till I get caught