Pecking Order (2006) lyrics by Adam Ptacek except ** by Adam & Matt * by Adam & Jason Green leaves Green leaves are falling down on the stage, all this from someone that doesn’t stay. But sometimes there’s a fee that you’ll pay when it’s the only way now, to keep the one’s you love safe. Inside grows fear of the ghosts that mirrors devise. Must a hand take tolls for saving face for our delights? (And) what you looking at, why ya starin at me? I’m just a humbled displaced heart. It makes you see what you value it’s not what you’re payin for. Just don’t let their hands stretch you. Sign your advance, the only payoffs that you’ll know. When you’re left with digits you already spent for the month, a long time ago. Then give me a break you’ll say I can’t take this chance just shut the lights off. Green leaves are falling down on the stage. All this from someone that doesn’t stay, but sometimes people get in the way. Caw What life do you got? Really, I think not. Send money, hopes to be right on what’s to come. Can you wait the sun won’t shine today? But I know it will be so bright tomorrow. Spend time everyday. Interest, you will pay. Contracts signed on crooked lines, pay for what you are. Can you wait the sun won’t shine today? But I know it will be so bright tomorrow. Late on every word, lessons learned. (Oh) Can you wait the sun won’t shine today? But I know it will be so bright tomorrow. Freedom ** Well I don’t need them enhancements and I don’t need mourning pills, I got my own problems and hey man, that shit kills. I’ve got the internet a million ways to spend all my money as it comes in (hey) there it goes. That’s freedom out on the range. Freedom, out of my way. I’m growin up everyday (yeah) and I’m thinkin ‘bout more than just one. Diggin up the earth everyday (yeah) and I’m plantin walls so won’t you all come. Well I don’t need any hold on the cheap-ass I’ve become, see I work hard for nothin don’t tell me that I’m wrong. (ain’t no way man cause…) I’ve got freedom. I’m changin all the blue in the sky (yeah) would you really mind if it was in green? I’m puttin stars all in a line (yeah) I’ll take a census and make everyone pay. Freedom, out on the range. Freedom, out in LA. When I’ve got you all under my spell I’m gonna change direction and make you lead. When I tell you I ain’t gonna help you’ll be thankin me for makin you free. (freedom) One step (And) There it was the beaten path, a choice to make of turning back. So deny it all when you find the road. Take one step back towards the past and right out the door. Or turn to the west, or turn to the south or east or north, as long as you take yourself forward. And once again go with the flow and say this, no it’s not like it was before. No, it was all fucked from the start. Consider this before you go. Take one step towards the past right out the door. One step toward the past to the start. Morgan Handle Morgan Handle breathed in as deeply as he could, and picked up the phone and dialed every name in his book and with a slow shaking voice recited poetry. I am I and always she is she. Come and try my life inside a seed. But the dial tones don’t hear the moans of Morgan Handle’s tale. So he’s writing it down and addressing it for the mail. (It goes) All and all I know, triumphantly, what everyone thought, I just believe that… I am I and always she is she. Come and try my life inside a seed. By and by (oh) peacefully we’ll be. The light’s not always bright but at least it is seen. Mend the wrong Oh I can’t believe that I’m still on this liner, flown out above the big dividers. Sitting on this big bird heading out, mountains away and descending down. (We) Got a problem with the fuel gauge, they sigh, mend the wrong. Oh I can’t believe that I still have this lighter, these fires will go and find her. Hear no words with everything so loud. Got a problem in a steel cage they cry. Won’t be breathing when the water gets high. (It) may be premeditated design, but I am here at this moment and I will mend the wrong. I still have this, security didn’t find it. Wood and steel confinement, I will find a way to get her through. Design, always there’s design. Pay to Pay to the order of an old drunk town, barely hanging on from breaking down. I hope that there’s an easy way to get out, why not today? And all those questions, they’re not the same. So find the right one and you’ll find help. You’ve sold everything you could sell. Tapped every inch of every well, still you’re in flames. This time is not your style but you’ll tolerate, yeah and you’ll call it fate. All of them on the wings holding up their drinks after work each day in the city. I live in the city to work, it always hurts, I never meant to stay. Drake * So there were three of us, Drake, her, and I. We were left here, left here to die. It was all over, the troops were all gone. There was nothing left but someone had to watch. Wake up Suzy I’m going to sleep. It was Suzy’s turn to stay up to protect the fort. Noise was heard off in the dark. The rebels had struck but no one saw them come, it’s hell to live and I’m going to sleep. Wake up Suzy I’m going to sleep. Drake was a colonel, a tough man was he. But somebody shot his arm so no good was he. With Suzy’s busted fist and my bullets falling short, lines of them invade the yard. Will time help me? Wake up Suzy I’m going to sleep. Go to work Everybody’s gotta go to work ‘cause of everything we think we know. And all those silly things you think you heard, they were just sound effects for us as we get old. And as the smoke rises above your head, your feet are getting red hot… As everybody else is off to work, they believe in serving all their sons and their daughters as they reign. You believe in only life, you don’t need that day when you’re just somebody with a nice house and a nice car in the garage. Where all your friends will come to march. When anybody questions your good name, they will know the reasons for your might. It ain’t the homes you came and stole with all the people’s rights. yeah, it’s the way they’re cheering for you here tonight. (Hey) And the funny thing is they’ll never know who stops the sea, it’s silent tonight everywhere. And the soul’s concerned for the wellness of the gold. It’s sold but it’s old, it’s old but it’s sold, and the funny thing is they’ll never know. Under the sink Get out, get out of my house, sick little mess. Take what you caused and take all the rest. Your tired little wings are falling all over my desk. Get out and take this mess. (But) you woke up the next morning just to discover that there was nothing gone. Under the sink, the pipes, the leaks rotting away wood in deep puddles. The pipes turn and out comes the water and the rotting waste. Each day’s the same, each day’s the same. So you woke up again this morning just to discover that there was nothing gone. Consider this to you a warning, that it’s you that should leave us alone. So you woke up this morning just to discover that there was nothing gone. How do you keep them down when poison does nothing at all? Either learn to live with them or find yourself a new place to go. I turn around back into much grief. You smile and you laugh for minutes, feels like days (uh) my friend It’s been worse than this before. Then you woke up the next morning, just to discover that there was nothing gone. Consider this to you a warning that it’s you that should leave us alone. Two weeks ago Two weeks ago when I tried to get out, I nearly got half way then I turned around and came right back to nothing important. I swear I’m not getting stranded this time, I’ve gotta cut my losses and wonder why I live this way, with nothing I wanted. So when someone asks me on the morning of Monday, how was your weekend, was it fun and exciting? I have to say no. I’m sick of the questions, are we having fun yet? I never have before and I don’t expect that I will here. With only one way to fall apart, no sense from the start, in the end was it worth it? With only one way to come apart, sent to feed the heart, in the end you’ll be hurting. You’ll be hurting now. So what if I don’t look where I walk? A burned up, sorry little moth drawn into the light. So as the show will come to a stop, the shaking still, from all the shock, so on comes questions, as questions become life. With only one way to fall apart, no sense from the start, in the end was it worth it? With only one way to come apart, sent to feed the heart, in the end you’ll be hurting. You’ll be hurting with no time to change it. (Now) So what if I don’t look where I walk? So what if the show comes to a shaking stop? Would I just get up with knees of stone? With only one way to fall apart, no sense from the start, in the end was it worth it? With only one way to come apart, sent to feed the heart, in the end you’ll be hurting.