Against Me! - High Pressure Low lyrics
[Against Me! - High Pressure Low lyrics]
There was a high pressure low developing
Off the coast of Africa
Uplift in the atmosphere pushed
Waves across the ocean
Towards Antilles and Bonaire
I paced in agitation
I drew the curtains closed
I turned the air conditioner low
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face
Somewhere out there a hurricane was 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
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
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 lost 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
It's a high pressure low
Off the coast of Africa
Uplift in the atmosphere pushed
Waves across the ocean
Towards Antilles and Bonaire
I paced in agitation
I drew the curtains closed
I turned the air conditioner low
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face
Somewhere out there a hurricane was 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
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
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 lost 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
It's a high pressure low