| Song | You Wake Up Deadmen |
| Artist | Jandek |
| Album | Worthless Recluse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You wake up deadmen | |
| With your loose sex | |
| You shout at them, | |
| C’mon And as they fumble in half-delirium | |
| You smash them back down dead | |
| With a thud | |
| Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle | |
| Always keeping them as a collector | |
| In a nearby trash barrel | |
| Unless they completely break | |
| And are fortunate enough to be swept away | |
| And you, all knowing handler | |
| You heartlessly say | |
| You don’t know me, you don’t know | |
| And we turn further to the grave | |
| More lost than ever before | |
| Unless some unknown force | |
| And even then that island is an enigma (?) | |
| And they long for the trash barrel | |
| And your scathing rebuke | |
| Ah you knew them well | |
| Before you consulted the night | |
| And their dreary ways | |
| Your instinct is the truest thing | |
| Your hate is the staunchest foe | |
| Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired | |
| Take it from a friend |
| You wake up deadmen | |
| With your loose sex | |
| You shout at them, | |
| C' mon And as they fumble in halfdelirium | |
| You smash them back down dead | |
| With a thud | |
| Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle | |
| Always keeping them as a collector | |
| In a nearby trash barrel | |
| Unless they completely break | |
| And are fortunate enough to be swept away | |
| And you, all knowing handler | |
| You heartlessly say | |
| You don' t know me, you don' t know | |
| And we turn further to the grave | |
| More lost than ever before | |
| Unless some unknown force | |
| And even then that island is an enigma ? | |
| And they long for the trash barrel | |
| And your scathing rebuke | |
| Ah you knew them well | |
| Before you consulted the night | |
| And their dreary ways | |
| Your instinct is the truest thing | |
| Your hate is the staunchest foe | |
| Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired | |
| Take it from a friend |
| You wake up deadmen | |
| With your loose sex | |
| You shout at them, | |
| C' mon And as they fumble in halfdelirium | |
| You smash them back down dead | |
| With a thud | |
| Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle | |
| Always keeping them as a collector | |
| In a nearby trash barrel | |
| Unless they completely break | |
| And are fortunate enough to be swept away | |
| And you, all knowing handler | |
| You heartlessly say | |
| You don' t know me, you don' t know | |
| And we turn further to the grave | |
| More lost than ever before | |
| Unless some unknown force | |
| And even then that island is an enigma ? | |
| And they long for the trash barrel | |
| And your scathing rebuke | |
| Ah you knew them well | |
| Before you consulted the night | |
| And their dreary ways | |
| Your instinct is the truest thing | |
| Your hate is the staunchest foe | |
| Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired | |
| Take it from a friend |