Fuzzy Socks
2021 · single
Karma and the Killjoys - Hellscape on 9th St. lyrics
Artist: Karma and the Killjoys
album: Hellscape
As I walked to work the ground split beneath my feet
And as I palmed my chest I felt that I was somehow incomplete
I was the shell of a woman that I was supposed to be
But somehow that was less important than the hellscape on 9th street
By my lunch break, the sky had cracks in the clouds
And as I walked by the lake I saw my reflection falling down
If there ever was a sign that judgment day was finally here
I was immune to any and all shock, confounded blatant fear
There's a hole in my chest
There's a hole in the street
My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep
And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky
But until I get a why
I'm not dying to try
And understand the metaphors within the sky
Now the walk home from work is just like any other day
And I say that fully aware of what happened last Saturday
There's a flock of lifeless Joes in a storm along the street
I think one of them was mine but he doesn't recognize me
I unlock the door to my "everything's broken" apartment
The landlords have taken over now, they eat my soul for rent
And my only friend's a piano
That's played itself since I went to sleep
So I turn it on and we watch the coverage
Of the hellscape on 9th street
There's a hole in my chest
There's a hole in the street
My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep
And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky
But until I get a why
I'm not dying to try
And understand the metaphors within the sky
Oh, I don't belong
Oh, you've done me wrong
It's easier to toss the blame
Than to realize that you'll never be the same
Oh, we don't belong
Oh, you've done us wrong
But we pick up the pieces
And we sign soulless leases
And for whatever reason
We try to understand the metaphors in the sky
There's a hole in my chest
There's a hole in the street
My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep
And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky
But until I get a why
I'm not dying to try
But until I get a why
I'm not dying to try
And understand the metaphors in the sky
But I try and understand the stupid sky
And as I palmed my chest I felt that I was somehow incomplete
I was the shell of a woman that I was supposed to be
But somehow that was less important than the hellscape on 9th street
By my lunch break, the sky had cracks in the clouds
And as I walked by the lake I saw my reflection falling down
If there ever was a sign that judgment day was finally here
I was immune to any and all shock, confounded blatant fear
There's a hole in my chest
There's a hole in the street
My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep
And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky
But until I get a why
I'm not dying to try
And understand the metaphors within the sky
Now the walk home from work is just like any other day
And I say that fully aware of what happened last Saturday
There's a flock of lifeless Joes in a storm along the street
I think one of them was mine but he doesn't recognize me
I unlock the door to my "everything's broken" apartment
The landlords have taken over now, they eat my soul for rent
And my only friend's a piano
That's played itself since I went to sleep
So I turn it on and we watch the coverage
Of the hellscape on 9th street
There's a hole in my chest
There's a hole in the street
My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep
And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky
But until I get a why
I'm not dying to try
And understand the metaphors within the sky
Oh, I don't belong
Oh, you've done me wrong
It's easier to toss the blame
Than to realize that you'll never be the same
Oh, we don't belong
Oh, you've done us wrong
But we pick up the pieces
And we sign soulless leases
And for whatever reason
We try to understand the metaphors in the sky
There's a hole in my chest
There's a hole in the street
My TV plays doomsday until I finally fall asleep
And I think some metaphor for life may be riddled in the sky
But until I get a why
I'm not dying to try
But until I get a why
I'm not dying to try
And understand the metaphors in the sky
But I try and understand the stupid sky
