The Big Dirty

We've drained full confession booths Polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood Grinning with our arm around shoulders of a rotting child Hold that pose Provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed (Hey, hey, hey) Famine fathered a moth Famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers Keep your voices down, I'm sneaking out Hey, what's the big idea? Keep your fucking hands off the insight That rat has got its mother's eyes That rat has got its mother's eyes (Hey, hey, hey) Breeding ad nauseam They are pouring themselves into the sea Stop, thief Stop, thief Stop, thief Stop, thief Stop, thief Stop, thief Stop, thief Stop, thief Leave your drunken accident at the prom It'll grow to mend your broken heart Don't sign the dotted line (Every house is a little bit of Hollywood) Don't sign the dotted line (Every house is a little bit of Hollywood) The world is too incredible To bring such ugliness into it The artist is sneaking down the hall To impregnate the last of its kin (Hey, hey, hey) Indiscernible mute In a swarm of derivatives I deny any part I deny any part Deadbeat Godfather Deadbeat Godfather Deadbeat Godfather Deadbeat Godfather Bite your tongue Who taught you those words? Blaspheme When you are under my roof Don't ever say "rock and roll" Don't ever say "rock and roll"

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Oh Lord, I am saved Judge says I am fit to swing 'Bout time I have prayed My woman just might wear my ring Oh, you know I'm no good You know I'm no good at court-ordered goodbyes But when I'm gone you'll see I'll be a better man yet For the disposition, take it back into your arms Better keep me close to your heart You better keep me close to your heart The defiant had me cornered in a store And it let me walk out the front door At the scene of the crime Hang 'em high Keep your vows brief Let 'em swing Make 'em swing 'til it hurts And if you still believe That men guilty of love can't survive Then hang 'em high or not at all (Oh no, oh no) (Oh no, oh no) Oh, you know it gets hard It just gets so hard going limp in your arms I am clutching a smoking gun There is no chance of me walking out of here alive This is all very literal I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time We're liberated by the hearts that imprison us We're taken hostage by the ones that we break Throw the book Throw the book Throw the book Throw the book You had me strung up by the tail and you put me back Hang 'em high Keep your vows brief Let 'em swing Make your swindle an art And if you still believe That men guilty of love can't survive Then hang 'em high or not at all Where did you get the privilege to pardon me?

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Marched from a burning ship Into a rained out parade With a bottle and a Bible The dregs are armed to the teeth We trade distinction and praise For the tedious claim That we were wed in the trenches While college boys pine for loveless exchange And we carry fragments from detonated eyes Embedded under our bones We've spilled blood for the sake Of fitting skin to the frame But our money is no good here And our memorial has veered off the road The locals will bury my wandering eyes At the docks of the potters field Where the rifles of ranking men are equipped with twenty-one silencers At 'em boys Give 'er the gun At 'em boys Give 'er the gun I'm the richest man in town I'm the richest man in town Faith, stand down Give your wings to the boredom that resurrected my soul Crash the car If the motor won't turn over, glory be to God Jumped from the disloyal waves Back up to the bridge Renounced the warmth of the turbulent grave I found blood on my lips From a covetous kiss And I hope that my home tips its glass to it

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Turn the lights off, turn the lights off Your daddy better lock up his girl Say a prayer, boy, call on the cross 'Cause you ain't got no more when the music comes on Board up the doors, the windows And keep your crying under your breath 'Cause I smell a drop of beer in a ten gallon tank And I'm movin' in for the kill Yeah, in the wild kingdom You don't live 'til you're ready to die You don't live 'til you're ready to die You don't live 'til you're ready to die You don't live 'til you're ready to die Which one of you sons of bitches Is gonna make me feel alive? Which one of you motherfuckers Is gonna get inside my heart? Is gonna get inside my heart? Is gonna get inside my heart attack? It's a full moon, denim is tight And my flannel shirt is freaking out Run for your life, cover your eyes I don't want you to see me party this hard I've got a bone to pick with the morning sun and the first last call But I didn't put my hair in a pony tail for nothing So if I'm going home alone, I ain't going at all Yeah, in the wild kingdom You don't live 'til you're ready to die You don't live 'til you're ready to die You don't live 'til you're ready to die You don't live 'til you're ready to die Which one of you sons of bitches Is gonna make me feel alive? Which one of you motherfuckers Is gonna get inside my heart? Is gonna get inside my heart? Is gonna give me a heart attack? Look away, it's too much to bear I've been bitten by the party animal Save yourself Save yourself And tell my baby that I loved her so Don't cry Don't cry I gave the world one hell of a time and I Don't regret a thing except for the times that I got caught givin' in Hey Hey Hey I never thought it would take I had thick blood and cynical skin So where are you supposed to escape When the creature is lurking inside you?

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Hey Sound the bells and take to the streets in arms We're descending fast, a pox on your house of cards Dry your eyes, your daughters have lost their faith And started feeding upon the bait that we wear on our sleeve Promise us you won't tell the public the fury with which we despoil I've got a wife and kids and a hybrid car I've got a good life and I can't risk losing If you can keep it a secret then me and the boys will bring pale hell to this town We're trouble bound and we summon the devil electric Prey on the faint of heart We sing praise of the rebels who went by the book Gravitate to teenagers' artlessness and sing it aloud The content is trivial Its pillow talk plagiarized by the gadgets of lust Just go to sleep, leave the gestures and customs to us Cry fraud and let play the anthem of war Cry fraud and let play the anthem of war Boys, stand your ground Keep delicate fingers but wrath in your white-knuckled grip The film is loaded and it's aimed at the whites in their eyes You put out to get in And we slipped right past the guards In the belly of a horse We sunk our fangs Into the pulp of a desperate angst We're powerless just until we're invited inside If you can keep it a secret then me and the boys will bring pale hell to this town We're trouble bound and we summon the devil electric Prey on the faint of heart We owe thanks to the revels who went by the book Don't give up the ship Don't give up the ship We'd rather sink than admit it Don't give up the ship We only have one night in town We only have one night in town

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Play with the bow at the bridge Tune your voices to minor chords This is the lowest we've ever been until we bend for the offering We're giving a knee jerk response to the awe We come strapped to the bed, on display from the duty of tour They picked up the signals we tapped to the visitors And our sea legs were lost On the march from the graves to the cross We brandish the plague of the middleman's heart Sing the rats through the gate I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car But I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born Our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones If I'm but a stranger still just move the severed pieces around So coarse is the world We're going back and forth and back and forth Grinding our bodies into dust We'll never make it home alive We'll never make it home alive We'll never make it home alive Play with the bow at the bridge All the girls buy the enemy line All the girls buy the enemy line Woe, such remarkable woe Hold sight of him Hold sight of him, point him out I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car But I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born Our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones If I'm but a stranger still just move the severed pieces around So coarse is the world We're going back and forth and back and forth Grinding our bodies into dust War, come with us home War, come with us home War, come with us home War, come with us home

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

You'd better shove another piece of what's Left into your mouth while the gettin's good 'Cause you know the highs are running low And every new is gettin' old Lord, I've been down Since you been seein' another boy Me and my girl are gonna smoke the cigarettes that we find in another man's tray We're gonna pick all the meat from the big city bones Because the hot is gettin' cold Lord, I'm not proud Keep your chin up, the water will boil The comet will come for us all Make amends with anything you've ever loved And open your arms to the swarm We have salted the earth Raid hell, raid hell We have salted the earth Raid hell, raid hell You'd better drink up, get your sorrows in 'Cause we're coming upon where the ending begins The nickel city's new church says "no one allowed" Since all the lights are going out The end is near, I will be delivered We've filled our bellies with so much repulsive flare I'll explode if I'm not forgiven Make amends with anything you've ever loved And open your arms to the swarm We have salted the earth Raid hell, raid hell We have salted the earth Raid hell, raid hell You'd better get it while the gettin' is good, corner boy You know the highs are running low You'd better shove another piece of what is left into your mouth We need to learn to go without There is no plan for the dutiful We dried the county making room for our grave But my time is sure taking its time running out

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Vague men tied to a stake Gather 'round your little ones Feast your eyes Steady your aim Behold We hit shore dragging miles of verse Poisoned food on the line We're throwing it back Thought the meat of this kill would feed Starving artists for centuries Skin him, gut him This is not what we bargained for He is worthless unless he is whole Make bait, food for thought Spit back every hound Spit back every hound All that we hunt you for, we are All that we hunt you for, we are All that we hunt you for, we are All that we hunt you for, we are Plastic rabbits, white elephants An unclothed singularity Is the fox that the dogs couldn't reach Skin him, gut him The contaminated repast For the head of the bachelor band Make bait, food for thought You have no idea what you're up against You have no idea Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap Bring me the tongue, everything else is fat Salvage the tongue Discard the rest of him Bring me the tongue, everything else is fat Bring me the tongue Bring me the tongue Bring me the tongue Bring me the tongue, throw back the rest of him

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

I tied the devil to the tracks (Can you hear the train coming?) I served him papers with a seal from the governor The spoiler throwing voices, the vapors that they built this city on But he don't write much for me anymore When we keep hell in our hearts We make no excuse for our genius So what's my excuse now that hell has abandoned me? I enticed the devil out with a bottle But maybe it was he who lured me out instead When we slept in penitent beds We awoke in the loving arms of attrition So what's my excuse now that hell isn't courting me? Give me the strength to be widowed Now that the honeymoon's over Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors Condemned with you all Goddamn you all Condemned with you all Goddamn you all I marched across the muddied stream Illuminated from beneath The lock was picked with the church's key we found on the belt of the veteran To open bar tabs in the taverns assembled in levels by the damned and fanatic for me We never loved ourselves so well As when we lusted after another We hummed along to electric guitars and the standard "whoa oh oh oh's" And we drank each other under the covers I eased the devil back with the throttle 'Cause I'd rather live my life in regret than not take part in it If the devil don't mind, well, it's alright with me So what do I do when the devil don't notice me? Give me the strength to be widowed Now that the honeymoon's over Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors Condemned with you all Goddamn you all Condemned with you all Goddamn you all And in my 27th year I was dragged kicking and screaming into the light And I looked at God in the face and I said, I said God, I said I said, "I thought I'd been in Heaven this whole time" I tied the devil to the tracks Can you hear the train coming? And I tied the tracks in a lover's knot around the finger of a beautiful girl I'll keep hell I'll keep hell I'll keep hell if hell will have me I'll keep hell I'll keep hell I'll keep hell if hell will have me

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Trained in the art Of devastating the arts by remaining unmoved in their midst We came down, down, down from that high, oh, and now we're looking for more We're bloodless now, and we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it all We're passed around, around, around like the currency of the friendless roads One trick pony And the parlor Isn't big enough for the both of us 'Til death do we rock We're so full of shit 'Til death do we rock You keep buying it 'Til death do we rock You're so full of shit 'Til death do we rock You're still buying it The closed circuit of stimulus That runs between fashion and guilt Is winding tighter around the heart Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves We're retreating into the vogue Where we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitars Beg for the scraps of prose that piled up behind the bar Though we try and try and try We get the melodies wrong but we remember the words We're parasites but we are delicate in the way we wear each other down We were oh so close to the start when they finished us Aim the mast at the ground Aim the mast at the ground And sail us into the belly of the whale 'Til death do we rock We're so full of shit 'Til death do we rock You keep buying it The closed circuit of stimulus That runs between fashion and guilt Is winding tighter around the heart Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves But we stand in the traffic indifferent to the grand histrionics of God, unmoved

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

We're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls The less you breathe the more you see of it all The lion's share is courting the teen, one hand holds them back while the other is holding me We don't connect but we're both disconnected Woah, oh yeah, we're so in love or else we're waving Unloaded guns in the air But it's the same thing, ain't it? I'm only here to give you someone to leave when you get bored But the first mistake's so good it'll only ensure another Woah, oh yeah, you look so good or you're just saving Your flaws for the tight lipped lover But it's the same thing, ain't it? We're lost Profound And we are bound by the secrets we keep from each other We're lost Profound And we are bound by the secrets we keep from each other Pick up your heels or dig them in It doesn't matter when the void is ravenous It's too late for us now anyway It's too late for us now It's too late for us now This confession is a lost cause We are damned before we arrived We're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls So grab your old lady and dance into the breach Yeah, let's dance one more time into the breach Woah, oh yeah, we're so in love or else we're waving Unloaded guns in the air But it's the same thing, ain't it? Divine light sparks from a severed wire So we hit the town like our parachutes failed Divine light sparks from a severed wire So we hit the town like our parachutes failed We're lost Profound And we are bound by the same dichotomy

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Don't try to resist, you're coming with us Provisions are made, accommodations are met Your words are encoded in the bleak genetics of the mob Praise apocrypha, omitted offense To relieve us of guilt but not of our sin We've sacrificed discourse at the feet of your clever turn of phrase Now you owe it to us, we demand to be taken aback To be shown the revival of hope For which your words are responsible Oh, it's the end of the line I'm cornered by a precedent, the sneering public eye My job here is done My job here is done You're fucking welcome Retract the accolade, the candid acclaim Inspiration is cutting its loss Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art You've been fooled again, the red herring's a joke I've tried so hard to tell you That I've tapped the well dry But there's no word Stay wistful and young The affected are banking on oblivion In the drone of embittered hope And we're sold by the way they wrote it Oh, it's the end of the line I'm cornered by a precedent, the sneering public eye My job here is done My job here is done It is better to destroy Than to create what is meaningless So the picture will not be finished Good night

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026