Lights Out
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 3:
from Band #30: Album #1 (2024 October 15) (2:21)
I take a shot in the dark
Not quite as sharp as the last
One more can't leave too much of a mark
Who's counting, nobody asked
Hello, what's your name? Here's one of mine
I'll never see you again
Cast of a thousand, move down the line
But all of them my "best friends"
Well what did I have to lose
Some tired pride, some useless blues
Another night for the collection
Will I remember at all
Head full of contradiction and doubt
Fetish for dread and despair
Two pints is all it takes to drown out
Why would I ever stop there
Unfiltered poison poise that's on loan
It walks and talks just like me
Which one is the one I can own
And which one's my enemy
Well what do I have to lose
Some tired pride, some useless blues
Another night for the collection
Will I remember at all
No, I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
Not quite as sharp as the last
One more can't leave too much of a mark
Who's counting, nobody asked
Hello, what's your name? Here's one of mine
I'll never see you again
Cast of a thousand, move down the line
But all of them my "best friends"
Well what did I have to lose
Some tired pride, some useless blues
Another night for the collection
Will I remember at all
Head full of contradiction and doubt
Fetish for dread and despair
Two pints is all it takes to drown out
Why would I ever stop there
Unfiltered poison poise that's on loan
It walks and talks just like me
Which one is the one I can own
And which one's my enemy
Well what do I have to lose
Some tired pride, some useless blues
Another night for the collection
Will I remember at all
No, I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
version 2:
from Lifelike Sounds (2023 November 30) (2:20)
I take a shot in the dark
Not quite as sharp as the last
One more can't leave too much of a mark
Who's counting, nobody asked
Hello, what's your name? Here's one of mine
I'll never see you again
Cast of a thousand, move down the line
But all of them my "best friends"
Well what do I have to lose?
Some tired pride, some useless blues?
Another night for the collection
Will I remember at all?
Head full of contradiction and doubt
Fetish for dread and despair
Two pints is all it takes to drown out
Why would I ever stop there?
Unfiltered poison poise that's on loan
He walks and talks just like me
Which one is the one I can own
And which one's my enemy?
Well what do I have to lose?
Some tired pride, some useless blues?
Another night for the collection
Will I remember at all?
Lit up, lights out
Lit up, lights out
Lit up, lights out
Lit up, lights out
Not quite as sharp as the last
One more can't leave too much of a mark
Who's counting, nobody asked
Hello, what's your name? Here's one of mine
I'll never see you again
Cast of a thousand, move down the line
But all of them my "best friends"
Well what do I have to lose?
Some tired pride, some useless blues?
Another night for the collection
Will I remember at all?
Head full of contradiction and doubt
Fetish for dread and despair
Two pints is all it takes to drown out
Why would I ever stop there?
Unfiltered poison poise that's on loan
He walks and talks just like me
Which one is the one I can own
And which one's my enemy?
Well what do I have to lose?
Some tired pride, some useless blues?
Another night for the collection
Will I remember at all?
Lit up, lights out
Lit up, lights out
Lit up, lights out
Lit up, lights out
version 1:
from Rot (1999 October 18) (as "Bombed") (2:33)
I got a shot in the dark, now watch me guzzle it down
This shit ain't no walk in the park but it's the best thing I've found
Hello, what is your name and here's mine, I've never seen you before
I act on impulse all of the time, alcoholism's whore
But what did I have to lose
Some tired pride and morals bruised
Lost my sense of direction
Wonder where I'm headed now?
I got a real bad inflammation, my liver is a cesspool
AA meetings my destination if I could get off this stool
My future just got pissed with my cash, guess what I don't really care
One more so I can really get trashed cuz life's more than I can bear
But what did I have to lose
Some tired pride and morals bruised
Lost my sense of direction
Wonder where I'm headed now?
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
This shit ain't no walk in the park but it's the best thing I've found
Hello, what is your name and here's mine, I've never seen you before
I act on impulse all of the time, alcoholism's whore
But what did I have to lose
Some tired pride and morals bruised
Lost my sense of direction
Wonder where I'm headed now?
I got a real bad inflammation, my liver is a cesspool
AA meetings my destination if I could get off this stool
My future just got pissed with my cash, guess what I don't really care
One more so I can really get trashed cuz life's more than I can bear
But what did I have to lose
Some tired pride and morals bruised
Lost my sense of direction
Wonder where I'm headed now?
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
I'm bombed, fucked up
earliest live performance: 1998 May 14