Bright Eyes - Mariana Trench lyrics
[Bright Eyes - Mariana Trench lyrics]
Well, they’d better save some space for me
In that growing cottage industry
Where selfishness is currency
People spend more than they make
So I wrapped my head in bandages
From the string of happy accidents
I guess maybe I asked for it
But who am I to say?
The closing bell death tolls
Hear the market crash
A crying trader swears he’ll get
Out of the game
The cowboy drinks himself to death
Fresh out of rehab
While they’re loading all the
Rifles on the range
Look up at that Everest
Look down in that Mariana Trench
Look now as the crumbling 405 falls
Down when the big one hit's
Look out for the plainclothes
Look out for what the wiretap knows
Look out on the ever-widening money
Trail and where it goes
It takes a lot of gall to try to please
These dehumanizing entities
I befriended all my enemies
They had my back against the wall
Oh, a coward is what a coward does
I suppose maybe I always was
But I’m sick of it, I’ve had enough
And now I’m ready for the war
The lion bows his head down to the ringmaster
With the tightrope stretched so
High above the crowd
All these faces are contortionists
It must have hurt
Because they all looked as unhappy as a clown
Look long at that Stonehenge, look quick
Is it something you missed?
Look into that smoldering
Building’s bombed-out
Fog until it finally lifts
Look up at that big wave
Look down at your other brother's grave
Look hard for a harder
Something to sacrifice, that’s what it takes
That’s what it takes
That's what it takes mmm
That's what it takes, ah
That's what it takes, ah ah, ah, ah
Look up at that Everest
Look down in that Mariana Trench
Look now as the crumbling 405 falls
Down when the big one hit's
Look out for the plainclothes
Speak soft what the wiretap knows
Look out on that ever-widening money
Trail and where it goes where does it go?
In that growing cottage industry
Where selfishness is currency
People spend more than they make
So I wrapped my head in bandages
From the string of happy accidents
I guess maybe I asked for it
But who am I to say?
The closing bell death tolls
Hear the market crash
A crying trader swears he’ll get
Out of the game
The cowboy drinks himself to death
Fresh out of rehab
While they’re loading all the
Rifles on the range
Look up at that Everest
Look down in that Mariana Trench
Look now as the crumbling 405 falls
Down when the big one hit's
Look out for the plainclothes
Look out for what the wiretap knows
Look out on the ever-widening money
Trail and where it goes
It takes a lot of gall to try to please
These dehumanizing entities
I befriended all my enemies
They had my back against the wall
Oh, a coward is what a coward does
I suppose maybe I always was
But I’m sick of it, I’ve had enough
And now I’m ready for the war
The lion bows his head down to the ringmaster
With the tightrope stretched so
High above the crowd
All these faces are contortionists
It must have hurt
Because they all looked as unhappy as a clown
Look long at that Stonehenge, look quick
Is it something you missed?
Look into that smoldering
Building’s bombed-out
Fog until it finally lifts
Look up at that big wave
Look down at your other brother's grave
Look hard for a harder
Something to sacrifice, that’s what it takes
That’s what it takes
That's what it takes mmm
That's what it takes, ah
That's what it takes, ah ah, ah, ah
Look up at that Everest
Look down in that Mariana Trench
Look now as the crumbling 405 falls
Down when the big one hit's
Look out for the plainclothes
Speak soft what the wiretap knows
Look out on that ever-widening money
Trail and where it goes where does it go?