Against Me!

Through the best of times, through the worst of times
Through Nixon and through Bush
Do you remember '36, we went our separate ways
You fought for Stalin, I fought for freedom

You believe in authority, I believe in myself
I'm a molotov cocktail, you're Dom Perignon
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that

I burn down buildings while you sit on a shelf inside of them
You call the cops on the looters and pie throwers
They call it class war
I call them co-conspirators

Cause baby, I'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal
We marched together for the eight-hour day and held hands in the streets of Seattle
But when it came time to throw bricks through that Starbucks window
You left me all alone, all alone

You watched in awe at the red, white and blue
On the Fourth of July
While those fireworks were exploding
I was burning that fucker and stringing my black flag high

Eating the peanuts that the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford
You believe in the ballot, you believe in reform
You have faith in the elephant and jackass and to you solidarity's a four-letter word

We're all hypocrites, but you're a patriot
You thought I was only joking when I was screaming kill whitey at the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars and the men in their suits
No, I won't take your hand and marry the state

Cause baby, I'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal
We marched together for the eight-hour day and held hands in the streets of Seattle
But when it came time to throw bricks through that Starbucks window
You left me all alone, all alone

Last night, a room full drunk
Sang along to the songs I never had the courage to write
Given the chance I'd stay in this chorus forever
Where everything ugly in this world is sadly beautiful in our desperate memories

No, we're not gonna call anyone on their shit tonight
Even though the half of you won't even smile the next time we pass on the street
Maybe somehow this scam will still save us all

Still save us all, still save us all

And I saw you dancing at a punk rock show
And for a moment we walked streets that everyone else had given up to 4 am
Cursed promises and spray paint marking everywhere we went
And every direction only going as far as we let it

There's so many things we tried to do truthfully
By the time it's through with us it all falls apart
Maybe somehow this scam will still save us all

Still save us all, still save us all

Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day, 1964
She could not hold it against him

There were times when there was nothing she could do
But lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together
A picture of better days

And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight
With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight

If we're never together, if I'm never back again
Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight

In all the years that went by, she said she'd always love him
And from the day that he died
She never loved again

And in his wallet she kept on her nightstand
An A.A. card and a lock of red hair
She kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart
It killed a part of her before the rest was gone

She said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up
I just would have let myself die"

And just like James, I'm drinking Irish tonight
With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight

If we're never together, if I'm never back again
Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight

We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
And doesn't care how many people are counted at the door
That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more
Than a plate of food and a place to rest

They'd strike chords that cut like a knife
It means so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub
They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre
Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always belonged

We would dance like no one was watching, with one fist in the air
Our arena's just basements and bookstores across an underground America
With this fire, we could light
With this fire, we could

Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
And there's no need to shit talk or impress
Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon

And every promise that's made and bragged
Is meant, if not kept
We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back

Let's make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
That we all are stronger
Than everything they taught us that we should fear

Everything you've got to hold onto
Everything you relied on to be there is completely fucked
There's a skeleton of loyalty hanging in the gallows of your heart
No one wins this one

And where are your friends?
Please help me through these years ahead
Are we just drinking buddies
Playing with each other's dearest vulnerability, that this is all we know?

So this is how it's gonna stay?
I think I would rather remember how it was and go our separate ways
I don't feel anything unless we are living and dying for each other
Every second of our lives

Everything you thought that it would be
Everything you thought you were living for is completely fucked
This is no place to be

And if we don't get out of here right now
We're just gonna end up drunk, fucking, and fighting and working machines
If I have another cigarette, if I drink another beer
Sit quiet another time when I should have said oh, this is too much

There are things I never wanted to be
This ship has sprung a leak
And I'll be damned if I'm going down with it
Still breathing at any cost

It's time for some real world politics
Economics, history, math and English
Born and raised and bred walking a thin line
Between lost and succeeding it's another cannibal

The rules aren't changing, if you really don't like it
The threat has always been there, and terror always happens

For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said
All we have is these pictures of us
If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did
And without this we might as well be dead

They're all black and white people
And that doesn't have anything to do with us
After all these years it's still an arms race
After all these years they still don't fucking get it

Lives and cultures matter more than capitalist interest
It's the FBI, it's the CIA, the ATM, the IMF, in the end, fuck you

For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said
All we have is these pictures of us
If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did
And without this we might as well be dead

When you are so hungry that you'd believe anything
They're selling you the politics of starving
And what the fuck does that really mean to us?

We're all presidents, we're all congressmen
We're all cops in waiting
We are all workers of the world
There is the elite and the dispossessed

And it's only about survival
Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth
And reach an obscure kind of perfection

Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible
Let's try not to remember any names
We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision
United we'll make them remember our history, or how we'd like to be told

And we rock because it's us against them, we've found our own reasons to sing
And it's so much less confusing when lines are drawn like that
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries
Enemies or friends hanging on to the fringes of the cogs in the system
It's just about knowing where everyone stands

All of a sudden people start talking about guns
Talking like they're going to war
Cause they've found something to die for
Start taking back what they stole

Sure beats every other option
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Do you really fucking get it?
No, no, no, no

Dear mother, this is just survival
Can't promise your children everything
But you won't lie so they can sleep tonight

Defeat tasted nothing like you said
Still 22 days left 'till the end of the world
My legacy was making you a man

For a justice I could not change
This is one voice not to forget
Fight every fight like you can win
An iron-fisted champion, an iron-willed fuck up

Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas
Why death is easier than living
You can be almost anything when you're on your fucking knees, not today

Not my son, my family
Not while walking is still honest and you haven't given up on me

Dear shithead, this isn't happening
The sky is really falling
The paint's all made of lead

There's asbestos in the walls
Hell's coming to rip off the doors
To your privileged heaven

Do you want to love and feel it?
You can look, but you can't taste it
You can reach, but you'll never have it
We are untouchable, untouchable is something to be

Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas
Why death is easier than living
You can be almost anything when you're on your fucking knees, not today

Not my son, my family
Not while walking is still honest and you haven't given up on me

You haven't given up on me
You haven't forgotten me

Every day has a beginning and ending
Like every line has a start and finish
Oh, July is gone like the gasoline it took
To make the circle again

Florida to Florida
By way of America

Cocaine and soda, playing Tetris in our underwear
We take turns reading letters
I read a haiku and you move your nails across my legs
In your arms, I don't know who I am

Taking all I know about nihilism
And trying to build it into a life

With your thought in mind
I walk the streets down to the shores
And I'll sink into the Pacific
This is everything up to now ending

It was nice to believe for a while

If you follow the jaw line down over the heart
The curves of your bone and muscle that make up your head to toe
It's just skin and thread, stitches and ligaments
Words that we spoke only to regret

I know they're going to laugh at us
When they see us out together holding hands like this
They wouldn't understand it if we told them all the reasons
Not that I think this deserves any kind of explanation

And we'll make it up so we've got a smile painted on all the time
No matter what it's like on the inside
We'll keep this, keep us like a secret

Because if my family and friends ever found out about
The things we could never be
Haunts we'll all keep, so fucking bittersweet

I know they're going to laugh at us
When they see us out together holding hands like this
They wouldn't understand it if we told them all the reasons
Not that I think this deserves any kind of explanation

girl im sorry but i'm leaving.
we're both at fault, we're both to blame.
and it wasn't the other men cause there were other women.
this just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss, of a feeling.
even if i stayed it just wouldn't be the same.

double this drink up into the, tallest glass you got.
you know i aint used to sleeping all, alone.
gonna make it to the moon tonight on a 1 way kamikaze flight.
if i could get so high i'll leave behind my problems,
take em out with the empty bottles.

oh girl sorry but i'm leaving.
we're both at fault, we're both to blame.
and it wasn't the other men cause there were other women.
this just isn't love it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling
even if i stayed it just wouldn't be the same.

me & this guitar are going swinging blind into the unknown.
you know a song & a stage is all i ever needed of a home.
someday i, will call from a payphone in a truckstop on the road
& you'll tell me how much better off you've been on your own.

oh girl sorry but i'm leaving.
we're both at fault, we're both to blame.
and it wasn't the other men cause there were other women.
this just isn't love it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling
even if i stayed it just wouldn't be the same.

And we will keep ourselves in a place
Where it's easy to hold onto
And as the last threats came and went
And this is the way that wars are played

Always heading for a front, heading for a front
Hey did we go into the obscurity
Of an easy to pass on feeling
Objection is so cliche

A new way on, a new way on
A new way on, a new way on

So can your pop sensibilities
Sing me the end of the world?
Turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor
Of how we are all the same?

Well there's a lot of things that should be said
Said, so we're hammering six strings
Machine gun inaudible voices
This is the party we came for

A new way on, a new way on
A new way on, a new way

We stand in amazement of motion
In a world that is constantly revolving
With plans of invasion and arms races racing
Yeah, we rock, we rock, we rock, we rock to the new sensation

A new way on, a new way on
A new way on, a new way on

It's an end to the sunrise aesthetic
Let's pretend this is an informed consent
That class division doesn't make an infantry
That there is no incentive, no franchise opportunities

And the magazine spreads of fashion models, gas masks in hand
It's okay, it's alright, these are situations we learn to live in
When an invasion can bring a country its freedom
When unconsiousness is true happiness
No, no, no, I don't know what to say

how can you not find everything you need in all of this? potatoes, rice, and bread, we'll burn it as we take it in. sing your heart out, sing it like you mean it, you're gonna sing everything you're thinking, and you're gonna sing it until they're listening. cause if it really brings us all together, i'd say that settles all arguments of difference, surviving just by questioning, can you imagine if we all started demanding? i can play along to every record, front and back every song, and every word means as much to me as every word means to you. they can make an industry selling people the things they want to hear, if this is worth anything, we will sell it for humility, it will take us farther than the posture you're fronting.

Not one more word tonight
between here and there
Well put a distance the size of the ocean
so now his heart can beat a skipping rythm
As the cadence carries me
I almost drift away
far enough to forget
but when it comes you cannot hesitate
and when found i will write
on account and seal it in an envelope
addresed to your last known residence

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo

and we sink and we drown
and what is lost can never be found
well these arms they'd swim,


until the lungs pulled in
when panic was lost in a deep understanding
that you will see what is wrong with everything
what is wrong with you and me
that make all the right reasons to fuck it up
your gonna fuck it up

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo

(That sounded pretty good to me)
(I thought it was pretty good)

there were no cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details. we left them all behind. there was a place for and there was a time for and now we arrive and leave again, there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections. i know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to be hungy, exhausted, and alone. destination is a point, destination is a purpose, desperation is a reason to live...and this makes a heart beat. this could be any day of any year. this could be any stage in any city. all that matters is we are moving on. the roadside graveyards pass and we escape repeating. the construction of a nation building up and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again. trailing taillights like the ghosts of the past en route to arrival. we are never going home.

The party's over
A cd skipping
It's the same song repeating
Grows more grating with each passing second...

And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation.
It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going.
I hope everybody had a real good time
The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up.
And I hope I havent overdone it nooo...
I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the the occasion.
It's only this fucked up i start realizing
all this living is just dying
and if these are my friends, if this is my home,
if this is how i spend my nights, how i communicate, and demonstrate a love of life.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that i ever said
No i'm not ready to die just yet.

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweatin' through sheets
Drinkin' coffee in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas

And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You've got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety

And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
'cause doing, you start to form a habit

And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane

Away

And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink's full
And when the refridgerator's empty


Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store

You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten

I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singin' to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat

But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep the conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright [x2]
Alright [x11]

In the closest alley,
In the first doorway,
He pushed up against her and closed his eyes.
He said "this is probably the worst decision that Ive ever made"
She laughed and smiled
she said "Im sure you do this all the time...right?"

As the morning came, and the city awoke,
into the building, the people all went to work.
As their rides out of town came, they parted ways,
she said "Do you know when you're coming back again?"
Dig it deeper, deeper, and farther still
Bury it up and over and into the ground.
All these lies will grow in ways that we never thought possible.

Quiet down, down, down
so soft of a sound
you can hear it all come back after you.

Quiet down, down, down
so soft of a sound
you can hear it all come back after you.

Now you want to take it back, you think you might have fucked up.
Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracking skull,
there is yelling all around, get up, get up, please start breathing.
And the moment will come when you finally realize
the results of decisions and the choices in your life
do you hear it all come back after you?

You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You're not saying anything we haven't heard before.
You're caught up in an argument.
And you're so lost in modern art.

You will lose it all.
And you will find again.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.

S.O.S. texted from a cell phone?
Please tell me I'm not the only one,
that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously,
Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose.

Talk is cheap.
And it doesn't mean much.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.
I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch.

Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there's something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea.

I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch, and it's obvious

You can have it all, I ain't got the heart to fight, no.
Total exhaustion, complete breakdown. For the asshole I am,
apologies in full, please leave me alone.
Pull over the van, let me out.

And we'll give the money back, to the record label.
Fire the agent, fire the manager.
We ain't got what it takes, to make it.
We got indifference, got no respect for them.
Feels like you already said so much,
feels like you can never say enough.
Let someone else take our place,
let them be your entertainment.

You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(they're just waiting)
To tear us apart

You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(you know they're waiting)
You know they're waiting,
(they're just waiting.)
To tear us apart

Regime change under a Bush doctrine of democratic installations.
Constant war for constant soldiers.
What are we gonna do now?
De-escalation, through military force.
Increase the pressure, Oh Condoleeza
What should we do about the situation in Iran and North Korea?

Condoleeza.

Democratic election under Marshall law.
An Iraqi president out of control of our choices.
After all this death and destruction
Do you really think your actions advocate freedom?
The presidents giving a speech in Georgetown
To remember the voice of a slain civil rights leader,
Do you understand what the martyrs stood for?
Oh Condoleeza do you get the fucking joke?

Condoleeza
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
What are we gonna do now?
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
What are we gonna do now?

Now I wake up around 4 or 5.
Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time.
Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends,
make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00.
Oh we're definitely going to call it in early tonight.
Well, I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind.
Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning,
standing in a bar, with a drink in hand.

How low can you go before you can't turn around?

Now seriously, this is my last and final time.
Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life.
No, you won't catch me down here again,
waiting to score sweaty money palmed into my hand.
What the fuck are you cutting this with anyway?
Because I have got some really, really big plans.
And today's the day I'm putting them into action.
But before you know it, here I am again.
It's fucking 6:00 in the morning.


Rolled up dollar bill in my hand.

How low can you go before you can't turn around?

And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind.
Sick of doing the same things night after night.
Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion,
self-destructive narcissism.
I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of.

I don't know who I can trust.
Thought there was us, now there is no one.

All's quiet, except for this song.
So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.
And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts.
Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory.
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight.

And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.

And all around this is a great, great feeling.
American rockets red-glared our most
disgusting triumph.
And in passing I am asked "Do you believe in a God?",
I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation.


I am looking for a faith.
My panic is an only reason.

And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.

They're advertising on the TV.
"Become a soldier,"
It's still high school politics, you know.
Nothing's changed, jocks and assholes still don't know shit about aesthetic.
I think I smell a rat.
We sold our revenge, now we're working for them.

Where's the divide?

You know Justin? Well, Justin's dead.
And Yahoo won't let his family have access to his e-mail account,
The news reporter said:
"I feel so bad for you, it's so awkward.
There's really nothing I can say,


[Cut to commercial break]
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays from network and its affiliates."

So where's the divide?
Where's the divide?
Where's the divide?

Foul play! There's a target on the audience
Vampires! We're only in it for the money.
Diluted! We took the movement to the market.
So fuck us! We totally sold out the scene.

Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
There's no connection at all.
Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
No connection at all.

Co-opted! There's vultures preying on the underground.
It's packaged! It's just fashion and rebellion.
Mainstream! It was better in the basement.


Lynch mob! Tar and feather the pretenders in the streets.

Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
There's no connection at all.
Excite me, excite me.
Nothing really excites me.
There's no connection at all.
No connection at all.

We charge into danger.
No guarantees or safe places.
No one can be trusted,
everyone is a suspect.
And all the money's worthless.
The town is trite and exaggerated.
The food is turning and the water is poisoned.
And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head,
sight and hearing have quickly faded.
Your gut's expanding, your hairline's receding.
The sores are opening and the cancer's spreading.
And the antibiotics aren't working,
all the drugs just all the drugs are strangely sobering.
And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and then started talking.

Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami.
Miami!

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Hey!

They're in your room while you're sleeping.
They're in your car behind the seat waiting.
All the rifle sights are on the back of your head.
They're slipping it into your drink when you're not looking.
And they're selling it to you as art.
It's every other word in movies and songs.


All the public is buying,
it's business as usual,
and the business is capitalizing
on your fear, your greed, your perversions and vices.
They say you're guilty, they've got the evidence to prove it.
The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring.
The plane is on fire, the fucking ship is sinking.
And you're swept away in a hurricane.
You're buried in the rubble of an earthquake.
It's terminal,
inoperable,
they're amputating!
Massive hemmorrhaging,
major fucking complications!

Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Miami!

What are you gonna say when she picks up the phone?
Should you leave a message if she's not at home?
I wanted to know if you'd like to see a movie or get a drink.
It would be cool just to be in your company.
But if she says yes know what intentions might be.
If one thing leads to another and there's some chemistry.
You cannot lie, you have to tell the truth.
You have to explain why this could never be, because

There are things that cannot be undone.
There are mistakes that will never be forgiven.
Sometimes at night, I pray to wake a different person in a different place.

Maybe we could just be friends.
I'm being a bit presumptuous.
The stomach churns, the mind starts to race.
You nervously start to exaggerate.
I just want to be young, I want to live.
I want to be healthy,
I don't want this problem.


You wouldn't think something like irresponsibility,
would complicate something like asking for some company company.

But there are things you must accept as said and done.
There are truths you must learn to confront.
You can pray all night and day.
You'll always wake the same person in the same place.

Drunk mouth ruined it again.
Sometimes I say the dumbest things.
Baby it's not you specifically it could be anybody.
I gone and built this up in my head and now it's all already over.
It's all ready before it ever started.

An inventory has been taken of every belonging
And there's so many values sought in event of emergencies
The only backup plan in case it doesn't work out
While reasons flap your hands to a former self
You know I am becoming a choice, you should make it

You're problems
Problems with everything

Sometimes it's like conversations are a waking dream third party perspective
And all the answers to thyself you can almost hear the sound traveling
Cause a feeling of anticipation
When all of the sudden you know what's gonna happen
Before the paranoids they rebuild your world
They neither eat nor sleep they are nothing

Here in the worst I will become the best of the more, the more problems
Problems with anything
No more problems, problems with anything

No the doctors didn't tell you,
that you were dying.
They just collected their money,
And sent you on your way.
But you knew all along,
went on pretending nothing was wrong,
you said I will keep my focus, till the end.
And in the journal you kept,
by the side of your bed.
You wrote nightly in aspiration,
of developing as an author.
Confessing childhood secrets,
of dressing up in women's clothes,
Compulsions you never knew the reasons to,
Well everyone, you ever meet or love,
be just relationship based on a false presumption,
despite everyone, you ever meet or love,
in the end, will you be all alone?
As the disease spreads slowly through your body,
pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs,


your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last,
your coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade,
as your hair thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened,
as the lesions spotted your skin,
as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage,
as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price,
as the lights blended into the continuing noise,
as all hope was finally lost.
Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition.
Let this be the end.
Let this be the last song.
Let this be the end.
Let all be forgiven.

Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent.
Have your manager call my manager, and we'll make records together.
At this level of success in entertainment, there are certain connotations.
It's a "you give we take" relationship.
The kids just wouldn't understand it.
Come on now, how long do think this is really gonna last?
How long can you hold their attention? How long before they move on to the next band?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?

Coordinate the marketing, label, publicity, touring.
Consult on, timing and presentation.
Go ahead put this in context.
It's 3 points on production, 15% to management,
10% to the agent, 5% to legal representation.
We call it our insurance plan to stretch the inevitable as far as we can.
Gotta make your money while you got the chance,
do whatever it takes to sell it.

On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?


(Let's go)
Just how desperate can we be?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how angry can we seem?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how fucked up can it get?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how much can we bleed?
We're completely irrelevant on LP and compact disc.

On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?

Lock the door, to your room.
Pray they don't find us, pray they don't kick it down.
Oh you've been keeping secrets,
and these kind of lies have consequences.
So many possibilities for this to all end badly.
It's almost guaranteed.
Nothing but shame and paranoia.
A slightly desperate feeling to calm you to sleep.

What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?

And we'll watch the light, coming under the door.
Listen for footsteps coming down the hall.


Are you gonna wake up screaming through a slit throat?
Young flesh searing on a twin mattress.
But it doesn't have to be, the way things end.
We don't have to give up just yet.

What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?
What could we have done to deserve the violence like this?

Golden arches risin' above the next overpass
These horizons are endless
We're Americans abroad
We're Americans abroad
Profit driven expansion into foreign markets
And while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure

This is the best summer that I've ever had
European vacation - me and my best friends
We're Americans abroad
We're Americans abroad
Whatever there is to be said is said in English
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure

Here we are, a rock band looking for new audiences
Wherever we go, Coca-Cola's already been
We're Americans abroad
We're Americans abroad
And I just can't help but think that that's comparison
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure

And we will keep ourselves in a place where it's easy to hold onto.
And as the last threats came and went, and this is the way that wars are played
Always heading for a front, heading for a front,
Hey did we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling
Objection is so cliche.

A new way [x4]

So can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
Turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.
Well there's a lot of things that should be said, (said) so we're hammering six strings,
Machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.



A new way [x4]

we stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.
with plans of invasion and arms races racing, yeah,
we rock, we rock, we rock, we rock to the new sensation.

A new way [x4]

You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You're not saying anything we haven't heard before.
You're caught up in an argument.
And you're so lost in modern art.

You will lose it all.
And you will find again.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.

S.O.S. texted from a cell phone?
Please tell me I'm not the only one,
that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously,
Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose.

Talk is cheap.
And it doesn't mean much.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.
I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch.

Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there's something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea.

I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch, and it's obvious

Regime change under a Bush doctrine of democratic installations.
Constant war for constant soldiers.
What are we gonna do now?
De-escalation, through military force.
Increase the pressure, Oh Condoleeza
What should we do about the situation in Iran and North Korea?

Condoleeza.

Democratic election under Marshall law.
An Iraqi president out of control of our choices.
After all this death and destruction
Do you really think your actions advocate freedom?
The presidents giving a speech in Georgetown
To remember the voice of a slain civil rights leader,
Do you understand what the martyrs stood for?
Oh Condoleeza do you get the fucking joke?

Condoleeza
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
What are we gonna do now?
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
Condoleeza
What are we gonna do now?

We charge into danger.
No guarantees or safe places.
No one can be trusted,
everyone is a suspect.
And all the money's worthless.
The town is trite and exaggerated.
The food is turning and the water is poisoned.
And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head,
sight and hearing have quickly faded.
Your gut's expanding, your hairline's receding.
The sores are opening and the cancer's spreading.
And the antibiotics aren't working,
all the drugs just all the drugs are strangely sobering.
And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and then started talking.

Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami.
Miami!

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Hey!

They're in your room while you're sleeping.
They're in your car behind the seat waiting.
All the rifle sights are on the back of your head.
They're slipping it into your drink when you're not looking.
And they're selling it to you as art.
It's every other word in movies and songs.


All the public is buying,
it's business as usual,
and the business is capitalizing
on your fear, your greed, your perversions and vices.
They say you're guilty, they've got the evidence to prove it.
The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring.
The plane is on fire, the fucking ship is sinking.
And you're swept away in a hurricane.
You're buried in the rubble of an earthquake.
It's terminal,
inoperable,
they're amputating!
Massive hemmorrhaging,
major fucking complications!

Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Just like Miami!
Miami!
Fucking Miami!
Miami!

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Miami!

Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day, 1964
She could not hold it against him

There were times when there was nothing she could do
But lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together
A picture of better days

And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight
With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight

If we're never together, if I'm never back again
Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight

In all the years that went by, she said she'd always love him
And from the day that he died
She never loved again

And in his wallet she kept on her nightstand
An A.A. card and a lock of red hair
She kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart
It killed a part of her before the rest was gone

She said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up
I just would have let myself die"

And just like James, I'm drinking Irish tonight
With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight

If we're never together, if I'm never back again
Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight

An inventory has been taken of every belonging
And there's so many values sought in event of emergencies
The only backup plan in case it doesn't work out
While reasons flap your hands to a former self
You know I am becoming a choice, you should make it

You're problems
Problems with everything

Sometimes it's like conversations are a waking dream third party perspective
And all the answers to thyself you can almost hear the sound traveling
Cause a feeling of anticipation
When all of the sudden you know what's gonna happen
Before the paranoids they rebuild your world
They neither eat nor sleep they are nothing

Here in the worst I will become the best of the more, the more problems
Problems with anything
No more problems, problems with anything

We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
And doesn't care how many people are counted at the door
That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more
Than a plate of food and a place to rest

They'd strike chords that cut like a knife
It means so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub
They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre
Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always belonged

We would dance like no one was watching, with one fist in the air
Our arena's just basements and bookstores across an underground America
With this fire, we could light
With this fire, we could

Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
And there's no need to shit talk or impress
Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon

And every promise that's made and bragged
Is meant, if not kept
We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back

Let's make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
That we all are stronger
Than everything they taught us that we should fear

how can you not find everything you need in all of this? potatoes, rice, and bread, we'll burn it as we take it in. sing your heart out, sing it like you mean it, you're gonna sing everything you're thinking, and you're gonna sing it until they're listening. cause if it really brings us all together, i'd say that settles all arguments of difference, surviving just by questioning, can you imagine if we all started demanding? i can play along to every record, front and back every song, and every word means as much to me as every word means to you. they can make an industry selling people the things they want to hear, if this is worth anything, we will sell it for humility, it will take us farther than the posture you're fronting.

Not one more word tonight
between here and there
Well put a distance the size of the ocean
so now his heart can beat a skipping rythm
As the cadence carries me
I almost drift away
far enough to forget
but when it comes you cannot hesitate
and when found i will write
on account and seal it in an envelope
addresed to your last known residence

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo

and we sink and we drown
and what is lost can never be found
well these arms they'd swim,


until the lungs pulled in
when panic was lost in a deep understanding
that you will see what is wrong with everything
what is wrong with you and me
that make all the right reasons to fuck it up
your gonna fuck it up

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo

(That sounded pretty good to me)
(I thought it was pretty good)

The party's over
A cd skipping
It's the same song repeating
Grows more grating with each passing second...

And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation.
It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going.
I hope everybody had a real good time
The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up.
And I hope I havent overdone it nooo...
I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the the occasion.
It's only this fucked up i start realizing
all this living is just dying
and if these are my friends, if this is my home,
if this is how i spend my nights, how i communicate, and demonstrate a love of life.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that i ever said
No i'm not ready to die just yet.

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweatin' through sheets
Drinkin' coffee in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas

And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You've got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety

And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
'cause doing, you start to form a habit

And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane

Away

And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink's full
And when the refridgerator's empty


Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store

You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten

I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singin' to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat

But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep the conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright [x2]
Alright [x11]

Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent.
Have your manager call my manager, and we'll make records together.
At this level of success in entertainment, there are certain connotations.
It's a "you give we take" relationship.
The kids just wouldn't understand it.
Come on now, how long do think this is really gonna last?
How long can you hold their attention? How long before they move on to the next band?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?

Coordinate the marketing, label, publicity, touring.
Consult on, timing and presentation.
Go ahead put this in context.
It's 3 points on production, 15% to management,
10% to the agent, 5% to legal representation.
We call it our insurance plan to stretch the inevitable as far as we can.
Gotta make your money while you got the chance,
do whatever it takes to sell it.

On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?


(Let's go)
Just how desperate can we be?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how angry can we seem?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how fucked up can it get?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how much can we bleed?
We're completely irrelevant on LP and compact disc.

On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?

In the closest alley,
In the first doorway,
He pushed up against her and closed his eyes.
He said "this is probably the worst decision that Ive ever made"
She laughed and smiled
she said "Im sure you do this all the time...right?"

As the morning came, and the city awoke,
into the building, the people all went to work.
As their rides out of town came, they parted ways,
she said "Do you know when you're coming back again?"
Dig it deeper, deeper, and farther still
Bury it up and over and into the ground.
All these lies will grow in ways that we never thought possible.

Quiet down, down, down
so soft of a sound
you can hear it all come back after you.

Quiet down, down, down
so soft of a sound
you can hear it all come back after you.

Now you want to take it back, you think you might have fucked up.
Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracking skull,
there is yelling all around, get up, get up, please start breathing.
And the moment will come when you finally realize
the results of decisions and the choices in your life
do you hear it all come back after you?

Golden arches risin' above the next overpass
These horizons are endless
We're Americans abroad
We're Americans abroad
Profit driven expansion into foreign markets
And while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure

This is the best summer that I've ever had
European vacation - me and my best friends
We're Americans abroad
We're Americans abroad
Whatever there is to be said is said in English
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure

Here we are, a rock band looking for new audiences
Wherever we go, Coca-Cola's already been
We're Americans abroad
We're Americans abroad
And I just can't help but think that that's comparison
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure
I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure

I was dreaming of your love
I was lost in your arms embrace
Our bodies collide together
Whoa, this ultimate betrayal

The heart will not resign
What could be said, what could be done?
I hold out hope
For your reciprocation

Like an animal
These thoughts have gone beyond my control
For pleasure
Maybe just amusement

This overwhelming urge
Towards you I feign disinterest
While I covet the attention
While I crave your affection

Ravenous with lust
Jackal in heat, spit dripping
This mechanical impulse
Knows not loyalty or mercy

Like an animal
These thoughts have gone beyond my control
For pleasure
Maybe just amusement

Like an animal
These thoughts have gone beyond my control
For pleasure
Maybe just amusement

No (no), it's not what we meant to say (it's not what we meant to say)
We don't really love each other
What happens when the summer's over?
(How long before distance becomes a chore?)
I'm approaching with great (great) trepidation
I hope you'll understand

Before you speak (before you speak)
Think about what you're trying to say (think about what you're trying to say)
Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?
You're getting caught up in the excitement
(You making promises you can't keep)
You need to leave all your options open

Too much momentum
This room feels like it's going to explode
Too many angles
Too many factors to cover
Waiting for signal
You're searching for a network
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation

Anxiety, anxiety, you give me no mercy
Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep
We took some pills to calm us down
(We needed help to come back up)
Just trying to stay in control of the situation

Too much momentum
This room feels like it's going to explode
Too many angles
Too many factors to cover
Waiting for signal
You're searching for a network
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation
And we fall apart so easily

Too much momentum
This room feels like it's going to explode
Too many angles
Too many factors to cover
Waiting for signal
You're searching for a network
You have to fight to stay in control
You have to fight to stay in control
No, you don't have to fight to stay in control of the situation

We can control the medium
We can control the context, the presentation
Well, is there anybody on the receiving end
Reaching out for some kind of connection?

[Chorus:]
Come on and wash these shores away
Come on and wash these shores away
I'm looking for the crest
Looking for the crest of a new wave

We can be the bands we want to hear
We can define our own generation
Well, is there anybody on the receiving ends?
Are you ready to brave new directions?

[Chorus]

Let breathe new dawn - this art is dead
No sense of original thought in the mainstream
So, is there anybody on the receiving ends?
We can eclipse all that came before us

[Chorus]

I heard the hype about your band, I've seen your video playing on the TV
Publicity photos in magazines; oh, none of it makes me feel anything
I would be lying to you if I did not say something that would make me feel like a politician
A middle-of-the-road opinion no one finds offensive or challenging

I'm not interested; the stage is not a pedestal
I don't think you're bad people, I just think that your aesthetic is horrible
Please treat me with the same respect and candor; I would appreciate the honesty
Yeah, a little less professional, a little more upfront and confrontational

Whoa, whoa, whoa, just say what you're thinking
Say what you're really thinking

Whoa, whoa, whoa, just say what you're thinking
Say what you're really thinking
Say what you're thinking!

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[Chorus x 2]
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you
You've got to make a serious decision

It could be me up there in stage lights
It could be me on the TV in your living room
It could be me jet-setting with my band all across the world
Appearing live in concert one night only, tickets sold out

[Chorus]

There I am giving candid disclosure to press in interview
There I go on my way through the crowd up to the podium
On behalf of our fans we'd like to accept this award
Smile for the camera, boys, gold record in hand

[Chorus]

All of our lives in waiting
All of our lives traded for their roses and applause
All of our lives dedicated to shoving it right back in their fucking face

Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you
You've got to make a serious decision
Said, you've got to make a serious decision

Stop! Take some time to think

If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven
I'd wish for it to be the salt and swell of the ocean
Carried by the currents to all continents' shores
Reaching into the depths where the sun's light is never shown
Mixed with algae and coral, breathed in by sharks and dolphins
Sailed by tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists
Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers
Swamps, and estuaries, down through limestone into the aquifer

Purified by the county, pumped through pipes and out faucets
Filled into a glass to meet the thirst of our children

And if I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman
My mother once told me she would have named me Laura
I'd grow up to be strong and beautiful like her
One day, I'd find an honest man to make my husband
We would have two children, build our home on the Gulf of Mexico
Our family would spend hot summer days at the beach together
The sun would kiss our skin as we played in the sand and water
And we would know we loved each other without having to say it

At night, we would sleep with the windows of our house left open
Letting the cool ocean air soothe the sunburned shoulders of our children

There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve
There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve
There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve
There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve!

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Written By GABEL, THOMAS JAMES
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If she wants to dance and drink all night
Well, there's no one that can stop her
She's going till the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor
This night is gonna end when we're damn well ready for it to be over
Worked all week long, now the music is playing on our time
Yeah, we do what we do to get by, and then we need a release

You get mixed up with the wrong guys
You get messed up on the wrong drugs
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn't really plan on going
When people see the track marks on her arm, she knows what they're thinking
She keeps on working for that minimum
As if a high school education gave you any other options, you know

They don't know nothing about redemption
They don't know nothing about recovery
Some people just aren't the type for marriage and family

No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone

She's out of step with the style
She don't know where the action's happening
You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be
You reach a point where there's not a lie in the world
That you could use to make the boys believe you're still in your twenties
But they keep getting younger, don't they, baby?

She's not waiting for someone to come over and ask for the privilege
She can still here that rebel yell just as loud as it was in 1983, you know
There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her, and she doesn't care

No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie
And if she had to live it all over again, you know she wouldn't change anything for the world

I can't sleep
Dry red eyes wide open
Starin' at the white stucco ceiling
Turn on the TV
Watch music on television
Have I heard this song before, did this already happen?

Derived influence
In style of dress
Similar trends in camera technique and editing
Sync up the cuts (sync up the cuts)
To the bass drum kick (to the bass drum kick)
All the taste-makers drinking from the same glass

Is there anybody thinking what I am?
Is there anybody thinking what I am?

Are you restless like me?
Are you restless like me?
Are you restless like me?

And all the insiders rumor
About a decline in sales
All the buzz is happening in the new digital market place
FBI warning
Printed on the flip side
Under penalty of law piracy will be prosecuted

And in MRR (and in MRR)
Someone asks the question (someone asks the question)
With the instant availability of information
And content so easily obtainable
Is the culture now a product that's disposable?
Are the punks still singing the same song?

Is there anybody thinking what I am?
Is there any other alternative at all?

Are you restless like me?
Are you restless like me?
Are you restless like me
Like me?

East and West could not agree
So their generals gave call, gathered troops at the border
With guns at ready, drawn and aimed
Each side was praying to a God to bless them with strength and courage
It was in His name artillery lit the sky on fire
The people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun

Protest songs in response to military aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
But the battle raged on

Sirens filled the air, and the ground shook with war
Civilian casualties had been a cost that was predetermined
When interviewed for report, victims pleaded in frustration
Their claim: that this was a war without reason
And bureaucrats engaged in debate to try and reach a resolution
The people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun

Protest songs in response to military aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest songs in response to military aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
But the battle raged on

While the broadcast, like their prayers, went unanswered and ignored
God, like the rest of the world, just watched in silence
There was purpose to be served, there were fortunes to be earned
Before a peace could be called to stop the fighting, they sang...

Protest songs in response to military aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest songs in response to military aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest songs in response to military aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
Protest songs in response to military aggression
Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun
But the battle raged on

I've walked down high streets, looking through windows
I've been lost in crowds of strangers
Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles
Phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries

Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces
Television stations, billboard advertisements
Your voice echoes in the back of my mind
I see your face when I close my eyes

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me

Come on and ache with me

Through barrooms, cafes, jail cells and courtrooms
Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches
I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned
I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word

I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers
Socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers
You may not find all that you're after
In the end, I hope it doesn't matter

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?
I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me
Come on and ache with me, come on and ache with me

Don't let them break you
Don't let them tell you who you are
Doesn't matter where you come from
You always have a floor to sleep on

And you have your bamboo bones, nervous energy
Blind ambition, skin of your teeth
Push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath

What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself

I'm embarrassed to admit it, I've got no grip
I'm leading with my jaw
Can you see it from a distance, does it look ridiculous?
I guess that's just what I have to live with

Still I have a mind to think, knees to break
You standing beside me
Gonna push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath

What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself, for yourself

What God doesn't give to you
What God doesn't give to you
What God doesn't give to you
What God doesn't give to you

What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
For yourself

We used to get high together
Instead of getting high alone
Can't remember the last time I saw you
Can't remember the last time we talked

You left home for a fresh start
Working as a waitress down in Bradenton
With my name tattooed into your skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Don't it seem so detached and unreal?
Don't it seem so far away?
Like the past never happened
Like nothing's ever changed

With your casket open in front of me
Your eyes closed and your lips silent
My name tattooed into your skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Didn't listen to the preacher, couldn't look your husband in the eye
I'm not sure what I meant to you then so I'm not sure what I owe you now
But if something I said hurt you, I swear it was not my intention
With your name tattooed into my skin, with your name tattooed into my skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared
It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared

Can you hear me right now?
Can you hear me right now?

Transcendent fear in the 21st century.
Lost in psychic dire straights.
With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated,
"we walk with faith not sight".

How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we reconcile our differences?

Mass hysteria in an age of delusion.
Intellectualism surrenders to ineptitude.
No love lost, no love gained, no common understanding.
Head strong and determined, self obsessed with calloused indifference.

How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we reconcile our differences?

I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x2]

He was the owner of the house in which together we all lived
He slept between me and my wife in bed
Oh, the roof leaked in the kitchen
I never mentioned my collection of his albums
I never bothered him with intrusive questions

I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x4]

He got a warm sense of humor
He was outgoing like my wife
We'd hang out late into the night smoking joints and drinking wine
We'd go thrift store shopping for vintage electronics
Race remote cars in toy departments
We'd never talk about playing music

I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x4]

There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa
Uplift in the atmosphere, push waves across the ocean
Towards Antilles and Bon Air
While I paced in agitation

I drew the curtains closed
I set the air conditioner low
I pressed a warm washcloth to my face
Somewhere out there a hurricane is coming

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens
And the pious preacher commands
I hold my breath in anticipation

Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run
Vestal virgins triumph over lifelong inhibitions
And I wonder
What is real, what is fiction

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit
There was mistake in going to war
Without first asking all the questions

Yes, Robert Strange McNamara
There are those who just cannot forget
And I wonder
Have I left my own compassion?

There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low

　I was a teenage anarchist
　Looking for a revolution
　I had the style, I had the ambition
　Read all the authors I knew the right slogans
　There was no war but the class war
　I was ready to set the world on fire
　I was a teenage anarchist
　Looking for a revolution

　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire

　I was a teenage anarchist
　But the politics were too convenient
　In the depths of their humanity
　All I saw was bloodless ideology
　With freedom as their doctrine
　Guess who was the new authority
　I was a teenage anarchist
　But the politics were too convenient

　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　When you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire

　I was a teenage anarchist
　But then the scene got too rigid
　It was mob mentality
　They set their rifle sights on me
　Narrow visions of autonomy
　You want me to surrender my identity
　I was a teenage anarchist
　The revolution was a lie

　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　Do you remember when you were young
　And you wanted to set the world on fire
　When you were young
　And you wanted to set the world the fire
　When you were young
　And you wanted to set the world the fire

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Vacant lots and boarded up windows
Garbage piled up at the curb
There's a pink foreclosure notice taped to your front door

Who else is to blame for your own short sighted thinking
What you could afford was never enough. You had to have more.
And now you're facing this new reality
You're learning lessons that can only be taught through poverty.

Florida Dreaming.
Easy money in the sunshine state.
Florida Dreaming.
The life you always wanted.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Million dollar high rise condominiums
Look down over golf course greens
While Henrietta Hughes begs the President for a home
Yeah, there's no end in sight, just a tropical third world
Has the volume of wealth ever excused such abhorrent gluttony?
And now you're facing this new reality
You're learning lessons that can only be taught through poverty.

Florida Dreaming.
Easy money in the sunshine state.
Florida Dreaming.
The life you've always wanted.
Florida Dreaming.
Florida Dreaming.
Florida Dreaming.
The life you've always wanted could be yours.

I feel the ground moving under my feet,
all I know is where I don’t belong.
I’m not interested in sticking around
just for the sake of a good time.
Houses rotting from the the inside out
and everybody’s pissed out of their fucking minds.
Are you seriously talking to me about community?

One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion.

You’ve got nowhere left to go.
But I know I’m not alone.

We are defined by what we stand
against and the weight of unfulfilled expectations.
This culture that threatens to engulf you,
is this anyway to go about fighting it?
I don’t want to be born again,
I don’t need anybody to speak for me.
I’m not interested in humoring illusions
or apologizing for the sake of sentiment.

One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion.

You’ve got nowhere left to go.
But I know I’m not alone.

How much is too much? I'm tired of predicting to lose
But before you point your finger
Before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself
How do you expect from someone what you won't do yourself?

There's no bottom to your reality
Your desperation is utter and complete
What you can't love about yourself you have to steal from someone else
And what you can't steal, what you can't steal you have to deny

Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Rapid decompression, rapid decompression
Sometimes it feels, sometimes it feels like the whole world's coming to an end

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize

It could be a good life, it could be such a very good life
We could find a place for just me and you
Need some place to stay safe, need some place to safe and warm
Why don't we deserve the same?

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

Look into the Spanish moss, let your mind conjure up old ghosts
Ride your bike through lost Florida streets
Everything we've said and done can be so easily forgotten
You can always change who you are

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize

I try to lift up this life, it could be such a very good life
We could find a place for just me and you
But it's not yours to keep, yeah the truth will tear your heart out
In a world run by gangs, you're...

Stuck standing in a breadline
Stuck standing in a breadline
Stuck standing

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize

You just need to find
Some place to get away
You can forget your name
And there's no need to apologize, apologize, apologize

We were young heartbreakers estranged from the wealthy parents
Doing key bumps in the handicap bathroom
Stoned, complacent, ambivalent
Mass communicating with shared subconscious

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

Homosexual sons of unfulfilled fathers
Divorced from reality, free and young
We were bashing our brains out on the kitchen cabinet
It was a televised crucifixion

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

In the western world
In the western world

We were star-crossed, we were destitute
Our words spoke mass destruction
We watched the sun rise in the morning
Daughters in arm, we are all orphans

Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
Suffocation, modern life in the western world
The western world

The western world
In the western world

This is the only voice I know
These are the only words I have
This is the only way I know how to say
We're not in love anymore

And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes
And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes

We used to like all the same bands
We used to have all the same friends
What do we have left in common?
Just shared memories of good times long since passed

And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes
And it's the same way that it's always been
The dynamic to the relationship never changes

You can't get what you want from me
And I can't get what I need from you

This is the only voice I know
These are the only words I have
This is the only way I can say
We're breaking up

And it's the same way that it's always been
The same way that it's always been
I'm not giving up on us
I'm not giving up on us

I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain.
I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions.
I don't know what's going to cure my unsettled stomach.
Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk;
their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled.
Their minds are vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity.

I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.

Pony tails swinging back and forth behind beach blonde college girls out for a jog.
Saint Augustine, shine your light down on me!
Pop hits from the 90's echo out of tourist filled bars.
I am met with arms crossed under dirty looks, I am treated like a common thief.

I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.

Eaves-dropping in on conversation, I wander aimless leering at strangers.
Strung out on the amphetamines that you gave to me.
Eye-balled with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels,
you realize that you're talking to yourself.
Cannon fire explodes out over the bay.

I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
Looking for context and perspective, looking for some kind of distraction.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.