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The Wallflowers - I've Been Delievered lyrics
I could break free from the 
Wood of a coffin 
If I need 
But nothin's hard as 
Gettin' free from places 
I've already been 
I've been waste-deep 
in the burnin' meadows 
of my mind 
In the engine 
In cold December 
shootin' fire from the hose 
Now turn off your lights 
'Cause I'm not comin' home 
'Til I'm delivered for the first time 
I was first-born to a parade 
that follows in rows 
down a narrow cold black river 
faceless shadows 
movin' slow 
I would move swift when 
the sounds of a trumpet would blow 
I've been the puppet 
I've been the strings 
I know the vacant face it brings 
Now the bells of curfew 
They may ring before I'm through 
But soon 
I'll be delivered for the first time 
You might keep clean 
In the back of an angel motorcade 
It doesn't matter who walks in 
You know, the joke is still the same 
You'll just wake up 
like a disposable lover 
decomposed 
I've been gone 
I've been remembered 
I've been alive 
I've been a ghost 
So now, if downtown explodes 
I'll still be on this road 
'Til I'm delivered for the first time The Wallflowers - I've Been Delievered - http://motolyrics.com/the-wallflowers/ive-been-delievered-lyrics.html
I have drawn blood 
From the neckline 
When vampires were in fashion 
You know I'd even learn 
To cut my throat 
If I thought I could fit in 
'Cause I, I once heard 
That you gotta learn 
How to blend in to this mess 
Where nothin's hard 
Nothing's precious 
And nothin's smooth or flawless 
Now, no more amused 
Just screaming to be delivered 
For the first time 
Now I'm 10 miles in the deep 
And mighty blue sea 
Looking back, towards a long white beach 
Burnin' up into yellow flames 
And I just wave back 
Like a little boy up on a pony 
In a show 
'Cause I can't fix 
Something this complex 
Any more than I can build a rose 
So just keep on letting go 
'Cause I must be close 
To being delivered for the first time 
Now I'd rather bleed out 
A long stream from being lonely 
And feel blessed 
Well than drown, laying face down 
In a puddle of respect 
I was once lost 
in the corridors of the arena 
in blindfolds 
I've been the bull 
I've been the whip 
I just pulled down the matador 
So now, turn on your lights 
'Cause I'm comin' home 
I've been delivered for the first time








