Bright Eyes - Endless Entertainment lyrics
[Bright Eyes - Endless Entertainment lyrics]
My serotonin's rationed, I'm coughing
I kinda caught the blues
But you won't catch me complaining
To the super or the moon
'Cause the carrot's gonna dangle
'Til the diamond is appraised
And all the talk made me feel rich baby
But tell me, who is gonna pay?
For braces to make straight, all that Colgate
Keep my white tooth innocence
My smile's in sad shape, all that dead weight
I got tired of carrying
And it's got me looking for a friend
Or a crutch I can depend on
Well, there's endless entertainment
In thinking the world is gonna end
And I live some nights convinced of it
But I keep waking up again
With my girl wrapped 'round my body
And a towel wrapped 'round my head she says
"You passed out in the bathtub angel
I thought that you were dead
Don't die on me, don't tread on me
My love, my love is not the enemy
And you don't have to be no one's biography
They'll try and write you down
And hope you go crazy
So don't, no don't fall for that Christ bait
Its about as passé as rock star arrogance
Tomorrow's a new day but it's that same face
That you'll be wearing it
And you don't have to be content
But you do have to get on with it
I kinda caught the blues
But you won't catch me complaining
To the super or the moon
'Cause the carrot's gonna dangle
'Til the diamond is appraised
And all the talk made me feel rich baby
But tell me, who is gonna pay?
For braces to make straight, all that Colgate
Keep my white tooth innocence
My smile's in sad shape, all that dead weight
I got tired of carrying
And it's got me looking for a friend
Or a crutch I can depend on
Well, there's endless entertainment
In thinking the world is gonna end
And I live some nights convinced of it
But I keep waking up again
With my girl wrapped 'round my body
And a towel wrapped 'round my head she says
"You passed out in the bathtub angel
I thought that you were dead
Don't die on me, don't tread on me
My love, my love is not the enemy
And you don't have to be no one's biography
They'll try and write you down
And hope you go crazy
So don't, no don't fall for that Christ bait
Its about as passé as rock star arrogance
Tomorrow's a new day but it's that same face
That you'll be wearing it
And you don't have to be content
But you do have to get on with it