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The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar
There's guys in biohazard suits
Mud caking on their rubber boots
They've come to keep your pretty things from danger
The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs
I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears
I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
The men were here to get your Belgian things
They waltzed right through the door and went flourescent
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent
The arteries are clogging in the mainframe
There's too much information in the pipes
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom
A tiger's never gonna change its stripes
I guess
I guess but Jesus what a mess
One way in and no way out
The men were here to get your Belgian things
And only I was here to see them do it
I wish you had a number where you are
It's hard with no one here to help me through it
I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar
There's guys in biohazard suits
Mud caking on their rubber boots
They've come to keep your pretty things from danger
The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs
I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears
I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
The men were here to get your Belgian things
They waltzed right through the door and went flourescent
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent
The arteries are clogging in the mainframe
There's too much information in the pipes
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom
A tiger's never gonna change its stripes
I guess
I guess but Jesus what a mess
One way in and no way out
The men were here to get your Belgian things
And only I was here to see them do it
I wish you had a number where you are
It's hard with no one here to help me through it
I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth
Lyrics submitted by I'm a Pirate, edited by haruki
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I can see everyone's interpretation making sense here, but for me this song will always be about suicide by gunshot. "One way in, no way out." "I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom."
I this interpretation is possible. Death by suicide or injury, injury, or arrest are also, strictly speaking, compatible with the lyrics. The only thing that gives me pause about the suicide angle is the "a tiger's never gonna change it's stripes" line that's sandwiched into the part about the east bedroom. It seems the mess he's referring to is the result on an ongoing trend in the addressed character. I would say this makes more since in a situation where the bedroom was simply trashed in a moment of rage (this was my initial mental image). Alternatively this could be about the mess caused by a meth lab explosion which may have killed or maimed the person he's "talking" to. This all to foreseeable conclusion to continually cooking something like meth could make the tiger never changing it's stripes about a person who, no matter what can't stop cooking. This also makes sense of the "one way in, no way out" line since the character got into making meth and was at some point going to die doing it.