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Firewater - 7th Avenue Static

My favourite song off Psychopharmacology. It's a crying shame that Firewater's back albums are almost impossible to get hold of, though apparently their new label are planning to re-release them. If you can support Firewater, please do; their new album "The Golden Hour" is ace. -- Well they crowned me with thorns on the day I was born, By the light of a cold television And I remember the bars on his uniform, As he marched from the field of vision. When he didn't come home, it was just us alone, The brat and the widowed civilian. Then one April night, after Ma took her life, I fell down the street to oblivion. And I took what the dumpsters were giving, And I did my best to survive, 'Cause I figured that life's for the living, while you're alive, while you're alive. Bring out the gin, and the small violins, I'm a raging success as a failure. And it's colder than hell in this cardboard hotel, Which I share with a chronic embezzler. So I beat my retreat down Collister Street, to one of my holy places, And they've tangled my wings with wires and string, And I'm spinning in a whirlpool of faces. And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving, And I'll do my best to survive, 'Cause I still think that life's for the living, Yes, I still think that life's for the living. And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving, And I'll pray every night to Saint Giles, 'Cause I still think that life's for the living, At least for a while, at least for a while.