Bright Eyes - Going for the Gold lyrics
[Bright Eyes - Going for the Gold lyrics]
There's a voice on the phone
Telling what had happened
Some kind of confusion more like a disaster
And it wondered how you were left unaffected
But you had no knowledge
No, the chemicals covered you
So a jury was formed
As more liquor was poured
No need for conviction
They're not thirsting for justice
But I slept with the lies
I keep inside my head
I found out I was guilty
I found out I was guilty
But I won't be around for the sentencing
Cause I'm leaving on the next airplane
And though I know that my
Actions are impossible to justify
They seem adequate to fill up my time
But if I could talk to myself
Like I was someone else
Well then maybe I could take your advice
And I wouldn't act like such
An asshole all the time
There's a film on the wall
Makes the people look small
Who are sitting beside it
All consumed in the drama
They must return to their lives
Once the hero has died
They will drive to the office
Stopping somewhere for coffee
Where the folk singers
Poets and playwrights convene
Dispensing their wisdom
Oh dear amateur orators
They will detail their pain
In some standard refrain
They will recite their sadness
Like it's some kind of contest
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it
All beaming with confidence
As I make my final lap the gold medal gleams
So hang it around my neck
Cause I am deserving it:
The champion of idiots
But a kid carries his walkman on
That long bus ride to Omaha
I know a girl who cries
When she practices violin
Cause each note sounds so pure
It just cuts into her
And then the melody comes
Pouring out her eyes
Now to me, everything else
It just sounds like a lie
Telling what had happened
Some kind of confusion more like a disaster
And it wondered how you were left unaffected
But you had no knowledge
No, the chemicals covered you
So a jury was formed
As more liquor was poured
No need for conviction
They're not thirsting for justice
But I slept with the lies
I keep inside my head
I found out I was guilty
I found out I was guilty
But I won't be around for the sentencing
Cause I'm leaving on the next airplane
And though I know that my
Actions are impossible to justify
They seem adequate to fill up my time
But if I could talk to myself
Like I was someone else
Well then maybe I could take your advice
And I wouldn't act like such
An asshole all the time
There's a film on the wall
Makes the people look small
Who are sitting beside it
All consumed in the drama
They must return to their lives
Once the hero has died
They will drive to the office
Stopping somewhere for coffee
Where the folk singers
Poets and playwrights convene
Dispensing their wisdom
Oh dear amateur orators
They will detail their pain
In some standard refrain
They will recite their sadness
Like it's some kind of contest
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it
All beaming with confidence
As I make my final lap the gold medal gleams
So hang it around my neck
Cause I am deserving it:
The champion of idiots
But a kid carries his walkman on
That long bus ride to Omaha
I know a girl who cries
When she practices violin
Cause each note sounds so pure
It just cuts into her
And then the melody comes
Pouring out her eyes
Now to me, everything else
It just sounds like a lie