WORDS

TAKE IT OUT 

Oh, the stench outside could kill you. Like a whorehouse 

at high tide. 

Oh, these broken angels touch-up a cracked cup of gin 

and limes. 

I dig in and strap on the feed bag and I live this 

piss-poor gloom. 

Mariachis, down the street some, might as well be in 

this room. 

 

Whatever it was that I promised I’d never do...I’m so 

sorry. 

I hate to prove all your words to be true, 

but I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I didn’t mean to 

take it out on you. 

I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I didn’t mean to take 

it out on you. 

 

All our words of romance written. I was happy just to be 

your slave. 

Every urge was seized and tried out in the sweet dirt of 

shallow graves. 

 

I’d do anything, almost anything, just about anything to 

get you to shut your mouth. 

I’d do anything, almost anything, just about anything to 

get you to shut your mouth. 

 

I never saw the light above me. I never dreamed you 

wouldn’t stay. 

But you’re the real stuff, daddy’s little princess, 

worshiping your pagan ways. 

 

Whatever it was that I promised I’d never do...I’m so 

sorry. 

I hate to prove all your words to be true, 

but I didn’t mean to take it out on you. 

I didn’t mean to take it out on you. 

I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I didn’t mean to take 

it out on you.

 

 

Jeroan van Aichen: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass, Percussion, Drum Programming