Mar 03, 2007 02:29
"Oh, There's Legwork" :: None More Black
I don't belong singing these anthems
This fever is cunning
Deadly, it's running straight for the exit
Detoured through my veins
Telling me to "Get the fuck out"
I don't recall how it all started
I tripped on a bass line, now my guitar screams
Loud about living
Loud about love
Loud about loathing myself
When all is said and done
When all we've said, we've done
I've howled at the moon
Been sick by the sunrise
I've taken abuse from those who have no right
Conducting the violins playing my song
The things that I choose require opinion
Demand satisfaction and commercial reaction
I'll just keep on moving
Losing every thread tied to the place I call "home"
When all is said and done
When all we've said, we've done
We are the brand new beatniks!
We are the down and outers!
We are the bleeding hearts, bleeding syncopated, broken rhythms!
Our speed is often break neck, just need to slow it down some
Tired of being sleepless
Tired of being broken