No Future Part I - Titus Andronicus

Just give me a suitcase and I’ll promise to not look back

Just point me, point me towards the railroad track

I’ve been staring at the gates, but I’ve never found a crack

So I’m just looking up, saying, «Deliver me a heart attack.»

If you’re weary, I don’t mind sharing the load

Just keep me some company on the road

All I’ve got is a bottle that I ought to leave alone

But it’s the only thing that I can call my own

So I’m saying goodbye, and no, I won’t forget to write

It’s just been too long racing towards a yellow light

And I know that I say this every night

But I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired of life

And if things should not get better, will you wait for me to change

Or will I see you waving goodbye from the window of an aeroplane?

If I told you it was hopeless, would you try to understand

Or will you leave me for a palm tree and its shadows on the sand?

Because I’ve been waiting all year for the temperature to drop

But now I’ve got a fever and I don’t know how to make it stop

There’s still one shoe that hasn’t dropped yet

It’s hanging on by an aglet

This world seems like a nice place to visit

But I don’t want to live in it

There is not a doctor that can diagnose me

I am dying slowly from Patrick Stickles Disease

There is not a medication that can cure what’s ailing me

The only treatment they offer is to hang me from a tree

Life’s been a long, sick game of «Would You Rather»

So now I’m going to medical school — as a cadaver

Now if I could say only one thing with the whole world listening, it would be

«Leave me the fuck alone

Or welcome to the Terrordome.»

Good-times

Good-times are here again

God sent me a vision of the future