Passing Bell Songtext
von Johnny Mainstream

They′ve been digging a grave up in Red Hook for me
With boxes of records from that old punk rock scene
But they won't let me play my own farewell party
I wrote all these songs just to learn I can′t sing
They've been planning a murder in New Paltz today
Set hit on a band in an art house cafe
As my last note rings out, the crowd cheers hooray
We hate you, you're leaving, we′re glad you can′t stay

And there's an empty room in the club down the street
Where the ghosts play songs that never made it to print
And they float through cars down the Hudson River line
Where they find these are my friends, this is my time


And I′ve been walking the plank off the Hudson Valley
Marching at sword point to the depths of the sea
Chained down with boxes of my old EP
I wrote all these words to ensure I sink deep
They've been planning a hanging down in New Rochelle
I′ll swing like the tongue on the old passing bell
And they'll all have a party then divvy up my will
I hate you, I′m leaving, I'll see you in hell

And there's an empty room in the basement underneath
A New York house where the choir used to meet
And they blow through hymns in double time just to find
You are my friends, you are my kind

And there′s a jam-packed room in the bar down the street
And they know my songs, they sing them for me
But I still miss Matt and I miss what I said we′d begin
These were my friends, this was my plan

And they've been digging a grave in CT for a king
With guitars for shovels and drums to lay in
We′ll all wait around for his next of kin
I wrote all these songs just to prove I'm something