FLAG Lyrics: Gaslight

Posted by on March 6, 2012

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"Gaslight" being performed live on the F.L.A.G. N. American Tour, 2012. Thanks to photog, unknown...

 

GASLIGHT

 

The wheels are turning

Broken machinery

It grinds below us

And all around I see

The crooked ceiling

The old familiar halls

The dirty paper

That’s covering the walls

The shattered staircase

The bed I’m bleeding in

We’ve tried to fight this

But we can never win

 

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death

If it’s like last night this could be my last breath

And so I hold tight to any hands I see

But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

 

He takes my picture

Although I don’t know why

His hands are shaking

Although I see him try

To look collected

He thinks it doesn’t show

We are connected

But what he doesn’t know

Is when the guard comes

To take me away

I will be tortured

Until the break of day

 

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death

If it’s like last night this could be my last breath

And so I hold tight to any hands I see

But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

 

He’s at the window

He’s always looking down

As we are beaten

How can this fucking town

Not know what’s happening

To all their little girls

They’ve got the Pirate

They’re cutting off her curls

And she is screaming

They won’t leave her alone

And I am dreaming

Of joys I’ve never known

 

At least I’m breathing

At least I have my wits

But when the cart comes

Who’s buried in the pits

Below my window

I hear a horse go by

And in the next cell

An inmate starts to cry

We try our best though

To quiet down the fuss

We know tomorrow

It could be one of us

 

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death

If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath

And so I hold tight to any hands I see

But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

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