Hey, You*
Come and sing me an honest song and leave out all the gory details
It's true: We're just too goddamn tired to say something of our own
As the tyrants of the trenches in the folds of our stomachs
We fight our hunger pains for our busted guts lust for broken bread
And our tired heads
Trust that of a woman's touch tonight
Just for kicks, I'm rolling with the punches
(Punch drunk!)
Punch drunk drinking you under the table
Trying to regurgitate some of the pride that you begged for me to swallow
Masquerades and detonations
That's what she said
(That's what she said, that's what she said)
I'm not brave enough to be artistic
[2x:]
To be anything you wanted from me. To be anything you wanted from me
I'm not brave enough to be artistic
She said that, "You all had it coming. My name is Atom and the ground keeps getting closer."
So we'll watch the fireworks and hold on for dear life
One way or another we all have to give up everything
Your scream is engineering
The breezes in this comatose, metropolis, acropolis
Like rain, falling gla** catches the tips of our tongues
Severing our feet on the sidewalks as we run
Masquerades and detonations
(That's what she said, that's what she said)
[3x:]
Let me keep grinding my teeth and pissing scarlet floods
I've been running long enough to bother with these cuts
[4x:]
I'm not brave enough to be artistic
[x2]
To be anything you wanted from me
To be anything you wanted
To be anything you wanted from me
So are you in or out on this one way ticket, care of a falling bomb?
You know you're just as well
It's a lose-lose situation
You know you're falling out
Out of time, out of luck, out of dreams and aspirations
The ground keeps getting closer, oddly enough
[x2]
The ground keeps getting closer, oddly enough