Uptown Siren
written by: Jak Locke

version 3:
from Chaotic Narcotic (August 29th 2009) (5:34)
Run all the rules through the jaw machines
I can give the devil five in a poverty scene
Pointless tuning out the screams in the street
Pointless trying to hide your stash from the heat

Cash and two dimebags fall on the floor
Acid folk laughing back behind the door
I could use a lift to the uptown end
Where the losers hope and delusions bend

The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious cycle

Phantom plastic vision false
Complete chaotic cosmic waltz
Scraping change and changing tides
Thrift store reject hitching rides

The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious cycle

Stand in the rain til Sunday
Hide what you have to prove til you forget
It's a total letdown I'm a total letdown
No one left to violate now

Shot in the leg and I can see the black tide rising around the ocean sky and I say
Shot in the leg
I found the fine line between the devil and I, my my my my my my my

A total ripoff trashcan riff
Stuck in neutral on the edge of a cliff
Obviously tailored redundant and loaned
Echoes colors hardcore stoned
Fuck it, I'm a drugged-out jaded guest
An unpromoted solitary best
Fuck it, I'm a drugged-up jaded guest
A non-promoted solitary best

The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious cycle

version 2:
from Battery Acid (November 25th 2005) (8:45)
Run all the rules through the jaw machines
I can give the devil five in a poverty scene
Pointless tuning out the screams in the street
Pointless trying to hide your stash from the heat

Cash and two dimebags fall on the floor
Acid folk laughing back behind the door
I could use a lift to the uptown end
Where the losers hope and delusions bend

The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious circle

Phantom plastic vision false
Complete chaotic plasma waltz
Scraping change and changing tides
Thrift store reject hitching rides

The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious circle

Stand in the rain til Sunday
Hide what you have to prove til you forget
It's a total letdown I'm a total letdown
No one left to violate now

A total ripoff trashcan riff
Stuck in neutral on the edge of a cliff
Obviously tailored redundant and loaned
Echoes colors hardcore stoned

You forget I'm a drugged-out jaded guest
An unpromoted solitary best
Yeah fuck it, I'm a drugged-up jaded guest
A non-promoted solitary best

The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious circle

version 1:
from Brokedowntown (April 13th 2003) (3:49)
Runnin my rules through the jaw machines
I can give the devil five in a grayscale scene
Pointless tune out the blues guitar playin
Just writin down what she was sayin
Crooked tin table fall on the floors
Acid folk laughin back behind the door
I could use a lift to the uptown end where the losers hope and delusions bend

Drifter jailbait totally naïve gropin for aces up in my sleeve
Spades and clubs, yeah, shovels and bars
These eyes gotta lie all past the par
Phantom plastic vision false, complete chaotic plasma waltz
Scrapin change and changing sides
Thrift store reject hitchin rides

Uptown siren, uptown siren, uptown siren, uptown siren

A total ripoff trashcan riff stuck in neutral on the edge of a cliff
Obviously tailored redundant vowels echoes of familiar howls
Fuck it I’m a junked-out jaded guest, a non-promoted solitary best
There’s still time before you can score the game and I could hardly spell her name

Uptown siren, uptown siren, uptown siren, uptown siren

earliest live performance: November 5th 2005