Better Oblivion Community Center - Little Trouble lyrics
[Better Oblivion Community Center - Little Trouble lyrics]
Hey Little Trouble, what you doing tonight?
I got a bad thought, you can make it right
Fell on the concrete with all my might
Got up, dusted myself off
Now I'm ready for the fight
Not every prodigy can age that well
Not every mannequin can stand
So fucking still
When everyone's gone, you're dancing alone
When everything's done
Still working the phones
For lazy tarot readings on hot June nights
Right next to that bodega's a neon sign
They'll tell you you were famous
In some past life
But now you’re just a Regular
Joe whose cover is blown
Well, tell me, baby
What’s your biggest conceit?
Is it that you did it, or you did it with me?
I can't imagine what the problem could be
You found one song that you like
And you just play it on repeat
Not every certain death can be so brave
Not every psychopath can act so well-behaved
But what if the bomb just doesn't go off?
Still playing that song, still dancing alone
For clumsy ballerinas with Dad's blank check
There's a place in Altadena
That sounds perfect
Well, they'll let you be the
Swan even with missteps
And clap until your body is sore
For now it’s just a matter of right place
Right time
Singing "Every little thing's gonna
Be all right" on some pretty college campus
With skin so white
Three chords and an expensive guitar
It's the luck of the draw
Found a place to blind your
Darkness with bright strobe lights
No cops, no fire marshals
Can dance all night
With your sad-eyed doppelgänger you
Look just like
Your heartbreak's not your own anymore
I'll tell you that I love you
I'll scream it twice
You ask over the music
"Did I hear that right?"
Yes, I swear I told you in some past life
Right before they counted us off
It's the luck of the draw
I got a bad thought, you can make it right
Fell on the concrete with all my might
Got up, dusted myself off
Now I'm ready for the fight
Not every prodigy can age that well
Not every mannequin can stand
So fucking still
When everyone's gone, you're dancing alone
When everything's done
Still working the phones
For lazy tarot readings on hot June nights
Right next to that bodega's a neon sign
They'll tell you you were famous
In some past life
But now you’re just a Regular
Joe whose cover is blown
Well, tell me, baby
What’s your biggest conceit?
Is it that you did it, or you did it with me?
I can't imagine what the problem could be
You found one song that you like
And you just play it on repeat
Not every certain death can be so brave
Not every psychopath can act so well-behaved
But what if the bomb just doesn't go off?
Still playing that song, still dancing alone
For clumsy ballerinas with Dad's blank check
There's a place in Altadena
That sounds perfect
Well, they'll let you be the
Swan even with missteps
And clap until your body is sore
For now it’s just a matter of right place
Right time
Singing "Every little thing's gonna
Be all right" on some pretty college campus
With skin so white
Three chords and an expensive guitar
It's the luck of the draw
Found a place to blind your
Darkness with bright strobe lights
No cops, no fire marshals
Can dance all night
With your sad-eyed doppelgänger you
Look just like
Your heartbreak's not your own anymore
I'll tell you that I love you
I'll scream it twice
You ask over the music
"Did I hear that right?"
Yes, I swear I told you in some past life
Right before they counted us off
It's the luck of the draw