Twisted Wreckage
Just not your day, it may not be your life
You float around in circles, watch the waves
That take you and break you, forsake you
Nobody here will raise a glass or shed a tear
Nobody wants a souvenir
A piece of twisted wreckage
It's not your fault
Things don't work out like you thought
You build new traps
Push the buttons 'til you're caught
They paid you, they made you, degrade you
Nobody here will raise a glass or shed a tear
Nobody wants a souvenir
A piece of twisted wreckage
Sorry, you're so sorry
You confess that it's all true
Sorry, you're so sorry
But you're sorry just for you
So fuck your friends before they can fuck you
And fuck their wives why not fuck their girlfriends too
They'll lay you
And play you
Betray you
Nobody here will raise a glass or shed a tear
Nobody needs a souvenir
A pile of twisted wreckage
Twisted wreckage, twisted wreckage that was you
©1993 • Lyrics & Music: Jessie Jacobson
Produced by Jessie Jacobson
Brian Bielski: Keyboard Pulse, Shaker
Sam Graf: Slide Guitar
Katriina Huotari: Keyboards
Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars
Jarrett Lesko: Acoustic Guitar, Backing Vocal