If the powers that be Or machinery Allow me one last memory For all the things I hate in this world There was always somewhere to be. I'd choose when I was eighteen and in Between bands I'd play Sleater-Kinney Or when I felt so tired but so full of sympathy for the uninspired I haven't been down to see it But I've heard it's bad I can barely fucking believe it Gone is everything I ever had When my brain gives in Which it will, oh I know it will And I survive artificially Qith such small capacity If the powers that be, or machinery Allow me one last memory For all the things I hate in this world There was always somewhere to be. I'd choose that bit of quiet in between after and before doors Or any time when I'd get home from being away on tour I haven't been down to see it But I've heard it's bad I can barely fucking believe it Gone is everything I ever had Take me back to before that smell Before buried hope and a burnt out shell Before the rubble and the 'time will tell'