Story Behind The Song
Lyrics were inspired by an article in a Phoenix newspaper about a local rock legend who'd found himself in hard/crazy times thanks to heroine.
Song Description
High voltage rocker about a musician who drugged out in the peak of his career.
| Song Length |
4:43 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Grunge |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Frantic, Frenzied |
Subject |
Addiction, Regret |
| Similar Artists |
Pearl Jam, Meat Puppets |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The jig is up, you know you'd better run for cover
Your cover's blown, you're shown, you'd better find another
'Cause this time you ain't gonna blame things on your brother
You'd better make another phone call to your mother
'Cause I've seen this before
When the FBI came knockin' at my door
And I feel pretty sure
That your friends ain't gonna know you any more
Your other half is gone and still you feed the craving
And cover up the shame of all your rant and raving
As you revisit places you've already trespassed
The limits I imagined you've already surpassed
And I've seen this before
When the policeman came bangin' down my door
And I feel pretty sure
That your friends ain't gonna know you any more
On and on it goes, the feeling comes and then it goes
You can't remember when the last time was you washed your clothes
But you've succeeded at what you set out for without a doubt
To be the one that all the articles are all about