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Even a Broken Watch Is Correct Twice a Day

This song is by Their Teeth Will Be of Lions and appears on the album True Stories Are Harder to Make Up (2010).

I breathe heavy and I can see my breath
Tick tick, my pocket watch says it's seven past six
The sun took its toll, headed 'cross town
Nothing but darkness surrounds me now
The icicles have melted from the day before
Snow is the carpet on this godless town's outdoor floor
On this outdoor floor...

I am broken from just a taste of you
My dearest love, I breathe heavy and I can see my breath
Cement shoes are the new fashion
Well (I'm dying) I'm trying

Hell is breathin' down my neck every night
And I confess I am broken and I can see my breath
We sold our souls for a place to belong
Each of us, we breathe heavy and we can see our breath


Where is God when the sunlight breaks?
Where is humanity in this place?
Where did God go? Did he leave this town?
The cursed and the damned, they run it now

Where is God when the sunlight breaks?
Where is humanity in this place?
Where did God go? Did he leave this town?
The cursed and the damned, they run it now

Where is God when the sunlight breaks? (Whoa, gotta think for ourselves)
Where is humanity in this place? (We'll give them hell)
Where did God go? Did he leave this town? (If we think for ourselves)
The cursed and the damned, they run it now

Where is God when the sunlight breaks? (Whoa, gotta think for ourselves)
Where is humanity in this place? (We'll give them hell)
Where did God go? Did he leave this town? (If we think for ourselves)
The cursed and the damned, they run it now

Where is God when the sunlight breaks?
Where is humanity in this place?
Where did God go? Did he leave this town?
The cursed and the damned, they run it now


These demons are the captain of this ship
We try to drown them with whiskey and wine
Sail to the land of the cursed and the damned
Where the bastards, the soulless, the forgotten many
We forgot so many, we left them all behind
We forgot so many, we left them in Amster-god-dam


My stomach hurts worse every day
Doctor gave me couple of years
It was a couple of years ago, today
I shalt not tell, there I go telling again
We can only pretend and worry
If it does not make them money, well they can fuck it
It's dead to them, it's dead to them, oh yeah, alright
It's dead to them all