Okkervil River - Singer Songwriter lyrics

Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer
And his kid made a mint off the war
Your father shot stills and
Then directed films
That your mom did publicity for

I saw your older sis on
The year's best book list
And your brother, he manages bands
And you're keen to downplay
But you're quick to betray
With one well turned out wave of your hand

You come from wealth yeah, you've got wealth
What a bitch they didn't give you much else

I heard cuts by The Kinks on your speakers
I saw Poe and Artaud on your shelves
While The Last Laugh's first scene
On your flat panel screen
Lit Chanel that you've
Wrapped around yourself

You've got outsider art by an artist
Who arguably kidnapped a kid on the wall
While your designers have slyly
Directed the eye
Down clean lines in your well-lit hall

You've got taste you've got taste
What a waste that that's all that you have

Oh, you wrote your thesis on
The Gospel of Thomas
You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat
And this book you once read
Say there's less people dead
At this point now than those who are not

And this film we once saw
Was reviled for it's flaws
But it's flaws were what made us have fun
And the life some folks had might
Have made us feel bad why feel bad man
It's nothing that you've done

It's all in your hand it's all in your hand
Like a gun, like a globe, like a grand

And this thing you once said
Disappeared from my head
In the time that it took to be amazed
And this thing you once did
Might have dazzled the kids
But the kids once grown up
Are going to walk away

And your world is going to a change nothing
And your world is going to a change nothing
And our world is going to a change nothing
And our world is going to a change nothing
And our world is going to a change nothing