The Rise and Inevitable Fall of the High School Suicide Cluster Band Songtext
von Hot Club de Paris

Bless the shoes on the saddest feet
Soaked to the skin days, frostbitten faith
In the last of many bridges between bad and worse
You′re a divebomb ditch and I'm a car crash curse

The rise and fall of
The high school suicide cluster band
The rise and fall of
The high school suicide cluster band

Turn that frown upside down
Coach the boy who told you to, to the sea to drown
Come visit with me the graveyard teens
Inscribed in the lines of the song we′d sing
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I′m sorry, I′m sorry!


By some guys we knew called
The high school suicide cluster band
We loved and lost
The high school suicide cluster band
We laugh and loathe like
The high school suicide cluster band
The rise and fall of
The high school suicide cluster band

They were ragged
Loved, dumped, riddled with sadness
Until the night came with axes
To chop them down in the darkness

Somewhere at the back where the school chairs get stacked
We were shadow kids wasting it, wasted
Did we waste it, wasted?


We saw the school hall
Made the last night specifically brutal
For the poor kid at the school dance
Who showed up wearing his school pants
And the girls dance round the middle
You stood still brittley single
As striplights lit a longing
As the band slipped in to the last song
And the last one was a slow one
Slow like the brains of the morons
Who were waiting at the fences
To drive home their underage girlfriends
And when the teachers drew the curtains
The band never saw each other again
And we left up, nervous
In case each other parents could smell death
Wine and cigarettes, stolen kisses
Parents with teenage breath