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Album: Goodnight Alchemy

Name of song: Jerry's the name, sociology's the game

Year: 2005

Lyrics:

Everything you do

Will make you separate

From the lovers that you choose

Now your dreams are too confusing

I can't remember what I'm loosing

Cause everything you do

Will make you more like

All the drugs that you abuse

And now its easy to forget, huh?

Every reason to forget her, oh

Forget the phone

The smirking tigers ate their own

Now you know who sleeps alone

(And if I were you)

I would keep the truth

For them and you

She called me on the phone

And all I heard was the bang, bang, bang!

The radio hit the floor

And I could tell that she wanted more

I'll let you use your mouth

To show me what love's all about

My tongue against your thighs tonight

Match maker, math maker

Make me a match

Conceived through a window

Discovered in math

Inhale all the colors

And cough out a map

These demons aren't stopping

This brilliant blood bath

Behind eyes

Watch the sun set, watch the sun set

It's saying things that you'll never forget

Watch the sun set, watch the sun set

It's saying things that you'll never forget

I could have said

All the things that make us sad

But never again

I think our mouths are just too fast

Through that porcelain crack

I can see she just wants nothing to fall

But it's all gonna fall

I swear to God, if it weren't for the fall...

We just wouldn't fall

Let's stand tall

And fall

Watch the sun set, watch the sun set

I bet you guessed I'm the best to forget

Well, I'm feeling fine

Between your legs

Just let me sleep here

For a few more days

Watch my tongue move, and give me credit

I've cheated language, don't you dare forget it

With no one out here, this town begins to feel so small

Swans and opaque colors, these towns seem to me so dull

Her face in scotch tape and covered in gauze

I swear to God, if it weren't for the Fall these leaves would seem so fucking far

I'm a little boy

Just a little kid

But I'm my own damn man

With my own damn plans

I'm glad you left me.

Goddamn.

Match maker, match maker

Spark up a match

Covered in color

Dissected in math

In flies an angel

Who's back from the past

The deadness of winter

Distilled in a glass

Behind eyes