by Bright Eyes
The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city cemetery's humming
I'm wide awake, it's morning
I have my drugs, I have my women
They keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religions
But sleep in seperate houses
I read the body count out of the paper
And now it's written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place
So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Every day I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But can't keep up with what I got
I hope I don't sound too ungratefull
Well, history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens
So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing
It's best to join the side that's going to win
No one's sure how all of this got started
But we're going to make them goddamn certain how it's gonna end
(Oh yeah we will, oh yeah, we will!)
I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else's voice
But failure's always sounded better
Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!
listen to it here
http://www.blogmusik.net/?urlIdSong=69267
posted by m35b @ Friday, January 19, 2007
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