American Music Club Rise EP

Chanel No. 5

All the sweet mouth really wanted
Just fell from her grip
The worst hell you can drag your soul through
Is trying to make all the lies stick

You might as well not make an effort
Lots of bills lying around unpaid
Still I guess some things seem better than
Lying in a bed an old child made

She's got her Walkman on
She's got Chanel Number Five
Look at her walk
She's holding her head upright
Wants to show she's got some pride
To the headlights

All over town people looking for
Their little piece of goodnight
Maybe it's finally time
To turn away from the light
All her sweet mouth really wanted
Was lost in her smile
And her soul just lost the taste that makes
Any good lie worthwhile

I know I never asked you to read their minds
So why did you have to go ahead and do it anyway
You think maybe someday if you're good
They'll let you disappear from the scene
But nothing can hide a beating

She's got her Walkman on
She's got Chanel Number Five
Look at her walk
She's holding her head upright
Wants to show she's got some pride
To the headlights
Doesn't she look good




The Right Thing

This song is dedicated to the chain of lies
Handed down from generation to generation
Like cancer through the ages

Well you seem to be waiting
For the thunder or the lightning
To blow away all your bad luck baby

Well you seem to be waiting
For a big landslide to take you away
But I don't think that a million bucks is really gonna change your luck
I'm here to tell you that's too high a price to pay

'Cause it don't take much of the right thing

And if I stay by you
Don't worry about it
It don't take much for me to stay by you
And if I love you too much
Don't worry about it
It don't take much for me to love you

And they say that the world's gonna end with a whimper
Well that's just the sound it makes anyway
And I"m sure a bottle of some more million bucks would make it feel better
But believe it or not I think that's too high a price to pay

'Cause it don't take much of the right thing




Crabwalk (acoustic)

He reels around the nightclub like the hubcaps off of a car
That just crashed into a sign that said
"This way to the nightclub."

He said you ain't worth a dime to his life support systems
They still keep him talking on the chance that he'll say something

Well he's just trying to breathe some new life into the jukebox
But it doesn't take his crap it just keeps on staring back
And the quarters that he pours down its throat
Well all they do is get his goat
The song plays "I gave you everything and I never got anytyhing back."

Do you feel the decks rolling
Do you think that we're on a stormy sea
Are you having trouble keeping down the light that was stolen
Well come on and do the crabwalk with me

Well he went fishing in the ocean and he got was a couple of tires
And they came up dripping with emotion
And you know how fisherman, they're all liars
The five thousand dollar country guitar sits at home sad and lonely
No one has any pity for the life of the party

Do you feel the decks rolling
Do you think that we're on a stormy sea
Are you having trouble keeping down the light that you've stolen
Well come on and do the crabwalk with me