Weakerthans lyrics history to the defeated lyrics

There's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists in. A

hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic-school dropout

stares into the mirror, stands up in his derelict daydreams.

Always too tall, always walked around wearing a smile that

was never quite sure of itself. Planning a future of failures

inflicted in phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds. Don't

give me that look, I looked harder than most did, let details

like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes. Soft-traced to frown

as I put the receiver down. Where do I go for a pardon?

There's a light left on. There's a pace to our direction. There's

a movie-still of a heart I'd like to mention. We're listing what's

left: a signed Slayer t-shirt, a car up on blocks in his mother's

back yard.