stories of a failed holy man


Lyrics of the Month: “Thrash Unreal” by Against Me!
June 4, 2010, 8:40 pm
Filed under: Stuff

yes, i’m still stealing nic’s ideas. i really hate drugs. not because i’m judgmental of people who do them. i did them for years. but lately, it feels like its affecting lots of people that i love, causing them to make poor choices, destroying families and lives. and it’s a trap that feels impossible to get out of. i heard this song and it just hit me. reminded me of where i’ve been and the effects of these choices. plus, it’s an amazing song. so i thought i’d share.

If she wants to dance and drink all night
Well theres no one that can stop her
Shes going until the house lights come up or her stomach spills on to the floor
This night is gonna end when we’re damn well ready for it to be over
Worked all week long now the music is playing on our time

Yeah we do what we do to get by
And then we need a release

You’re gonna mix up with the wrong guys
You’ll get messsed up on the wrong drugs
Sometimes the party takes us places that you didn’t really plan on going
When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they’re thinking
She keeps on working for that minimum
As if a high school education gave you any other options
You know
They don’t know nothing about redemption
They don’t know nothing about recovery
Some people just aren’t the type for marriage and family

No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to sleep alone
No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to sleep alone

Shes out of step with the style
She don’t know where the actions happening
You know that down town club scene aint nothing like it used to be
You reach a point where theres not a lie in the world that you could use to make the boys believe you’re still in your twenties
They keep getting younger don’t they baby
Shes not waiting for someone to come over and ask for the privilege
She can still hear that rebel yell just as loud as it was in 1983
You know there ain’t no johnny coming home to share a bed with her
And she doesn’t care

No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to sleep alone
No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to sleep alone
No mother ever dreams that her daughters gonna grow up to be a junkie

And if she had to live it all over again
you know she wouldn’t change anything for the world

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