Future 86 - Bomb the Music Industry!
Say the word, and I’ll put my guitar down
I’ll be sad, but at least we’ll both get laid
We’ll start to fight when I start to resent you
And we’ll both agree the thought was nice but I should not have stayedTake the I-whatever to desolation
And now fast food’s reminding me of you
So I’ll write postcards, and I’ll forget to send them
Thanks a lot, I lost my mind, and now I’m losing youSo tell me something awesome
that can last my whole life sentence in the van
Cause I’m on the S.S. Ambition to nowhere
and I’ll probably never see your face again
(Source: soletsgonowhere)
182. To Live How We Believe-The Riot Before
‘Cause all I want is to leave cynicism but I don’t think I have that kind of faith. To just throw it away and then live how we believe in love. Holding tight to every sign of proof it exists, that there’s something above our weak and fragile truths.
Robert’s got a quick hand
He’ll look around the room
He won’t tell you his plan
He’s got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth
He’s a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad’s closet hidden in a box of fun things
And I don’t even know what
But he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah, he’s coming home late
And he’s bringing me a surprise
Because dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice
I’ve waited for a long time
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair’s on fire
You must have lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bulle
Paranoia Dance Party- Herbert West