Delta Spirit - Language Of The Dead lyrics

Take this lightning off of me
Too wonderful for me to keep
All the stories of Ancient Greece
Agamemnon, great Ulysses

Everybody talkin' bout the language
Of the dead
Antiquated murmurs, maybe Dylan might've said
Well I'm not so self assured
I can barely sing a word

Fads of the 60's and the 19th century
Leo Tolstoy and Robert E lee
We got a war on in our duplicity
Suburban white blasphemy

You can skim through every book they read
You can dress a little smarter
And claim your hit
But the weight you've been seeking
You lifted it


Plagiarize the twenties you never lived
Take this lightning off of me
Too wonderful for me to keep
Throw your idols into the sea
Dreamers, get your own dream

Well I'm not so self assured
But, I don't need to lift a word