Cable
Album • 2003
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I'm half suicide And full of lies Now I'm going down, baby A poison goldmine Razor moonshine And I pass my crown, baby And I've been down that road, yeah And I've been gone so long And I've been wrong before, yeah It's just a stone's throw And I'm hearing cries For your sweet eyes And we're going down, baby A poison goldmine Razor moonshine And I pass my crown, baby And I've been down that road, yeah And I've been gone so long And I've been wrong before, yeah It's just a stone's throw I'm half suicide And full of lies Now I'm going down, baby A poison goldmine Razor moonshine And I pass my crown, baby Ride, sweet hell Ride on Ride with me now My sweet hell
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 11, 2026
Wait by the phone, for your call The razors and the pills are gone My heads on fire, you twist the knife Raping your dreams, you are my life Handmade heartache, live by the wires Hook, line, and sinker, fucking you sideways Can't take my freedom, won't change my mind I'll claw through you, piss in the wounds Montana bound, don't need no reason My way of living, Fuck This World Montana bound, don't need no reason My way of living, Fuck This World Fuck This World
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 11, 2026
Remember the sleeping pills Fucked my head in a third floor room Fly strips and the smell of love Post failure depression blues Bury me in the hills, underneath the big sky The gutter is where I live, Montana is where I'll die I'm sleeping I'm dreaming I'm living I'm dying I'm sleeping I'm dreaming I'm living I'm dying I'm sleeping I'm dreaming I'm living I'm dying I'm sleeping I'm dreaming I'm living I'm dying
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 11, 2026
I can see for miles People in every direction Thought I been through it all Cuz I'm a Child of God Was it '69? Or was it '63? A figure four that turned my blood so cold I can see for miles People in every direction Thought I heard it all That I'm a Child of God Was it Saigon? Or was it the Mekong? We were passing the plate And I was coming up spades And I put off a round And I watched them all fall A figure four that turned us all to stone Was it '69? Or was it '63? I felt the heat I'm not alone I think I've lost control I can see for miles People in every direction From this head on the wall Just like a serpent crawls Back in Saigon I was the embassy The silence of the refugees And I won't know I can see for miles People in every direction From this head on the wall Just like a Child a God My denial My denial My denial My denial God damn
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 11, 2026
I'm riding black horses into the fire I’m driving blindfolded into the night I'm riding bad luck highway With a band of gypsies I'm riding bad luck highway With a pack of dogs I’m spitting black fire at the sun I'm drinking my whiskey to kill the pain I'm riding bad luck highway With a band of gypsies I'm riding bad luck highway With a pack of dogs Bad Luck Highway Bad Luck Highway Bad Luck Highway Bad Luck Highway Bad Luck Highway Bad Luck Highway
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 11, 2026
On my west With an open chest I'm shooting everything in sight Setting fires, burning tires Start and finish every single fucking fight Leave my fists east, point my guns west So loaded I’m losing my mind Well whiskey, up the Mississippi Stay in this town, choose to fucking die Yeah, Missoula Yeah, Missoula Yeah, Missoula I'm broken And hopin' To see the light of day Setting fires, burning tires Through the flames I’ll find my way Leave my guns east, point my fists west So loaded I'm losing my mind Well whiskey, up the Mississippi Stay in this town, choose to fucking die One more woman One more town One more bottle One more time One more woman One more town One more bottle One more time Yeah Yeah, Missoula Yeah, Missoula Yeah
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 11, 2026
Black mountain glaciers, depression, and manual labor Shadow of the Gemini Dead on the doorstep, frozen and alone Shadow of the Gemini Crimes of the future, along the service road Crimes of the future, along the service road Shadow of the Gemini I'm counting headstones Burning your dreams I’m counting headstones Burning your dreams I'm counting headstones Burning your dreams I'm counting headstones Burning your dreams I’m counting headstones Burning your dreams Black mountain glaciers, depression, and manual labor Shadow of the Gemini Your blood turns to dust Your blood turns to dust
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 11, 2026
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