For Those Who Love to Live 
(track 02 from the Fighting LP by Thin Lizzy )
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Suicide (track 03 from the Fighting LP)
→ “Suicide” Song Lyrics
Wild One (track 04 from the Fighting LP)
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Subdivisions (track 01 from the Signals LP by Rush )
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions, all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided in the mass production zone
Nowhere else is the dreamer or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats and get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights
Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth
Dead End Friends (track 04 from the eponymous LP by Them Crooked Vultures )
I drive all alone—at night—I drive all alone
I don’t know what I’m headed for
I follow the road—blind—until the road’s dead end
The night is in my veins—it’s calling me—racing along these arteries
And law is just a path to herd us over the cliff
I follow the road at night just hoping to find which puzzle piece fell out of me
I know who you are and I open the door and climb in
Hold me real close and do it again
I ache for the touch of my dead end friends
And I have got to know is it dead at the end of the road?
I can tell by that look in your eyes
We’re the same, my dead end friends and I
We drive on alone and our never-ending begins
Sweet is the curse just out of reach—it awakens the dead end part of me
And no more wondering—it’s just me and my dead end friends again
Dead end friends
Absentee (track 05 from the Maps of Non-Existent Places LP by Thank You Scientist )
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Waiting for someone to show me, but I won’t hold my breath
Nothing left, no control, only pictures of someone I used to know
I gave it all away and I can’t take it back
Here I am: tornado
Every perfect day yet to come I would sacrifice for one more moment with you
I don’t want to waste another day, won’t you come in from the rain?
Because you could be the most beautiful thing to me
You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
All I can say is you know that it’s true
I said all I could say
Would you do it again?
Would you stand on your own leaving me right there, would you?
That’s my rolling stone
Come on, let’s do it again—you have had enough on your own—because maybe there’s something left to find
I have been searching for something left behind
Would you do it again?
Could you do it again?
Would you do it again?
You and I are taking off
You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
All I can say, you know that it’s you who means all the world to me
I know this is where I belong
Forget the warning signs, I know who you are and I’m fine
Waiting for someone
I know we are wrong
You know we are wrong
You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
Can you hear me calling you home?
You’ve got to know that I’ve been calling you home