Say Anything, Kim David, Gareth David - Judas Decapitation lyrics
[Say Anything, Kim David, Gareth David - Judas Decapitation lyrics]
This is the tale of a bearded sloth
Who debases himself so they can
Get their rocks off
Recruit's five skinny, better-looking men
To play guitar parts he'll never play again
So, it's lash after lash like a budget Christ
From every blog or zine
Took the chance to look twice
I'm not saying that this dude is me
Or speaking brutally of myself
To gain traction
Action, there goes the camera, click
American indie-rock is a game of pricks
They're the gods of what was independent rock
And now is vaguely-refined hogwash
That I mock
Jacket patched up with a Wesleyan degree
Legs bound, tongue out
Grinning as they piss on me
But, I don't care, it's what I'm known for
I'll take it gleefully
Yeah, I'm wrong, and you're right
And that's my thesis here tonight
With my gut, and my bulge
I'll make the whole world scream
The whole room bleed
I'll lose, for your gain
If it'll spruce up my refrain
It's what they want
The band plays while the ship goes down
The ship goes down, the ship goes down
"I hate that dude, now that he's married
He's got a baby on the way, poor Sherri
That's not apropos
He's not the wretch we know
Chop his family up so we can
Feed them to the front row
Spike his fifteenth espresso with drugs
So he's convinced it's a manic
Delusion to know true love
Be 19 with a joint in hand
Never change the band
Never ever be a dot dot dot real man"
This isn't for the ones who
Know what it really means
They just follow, follow, follow
Other people's dreams, other people's dreams
Dreams they were told by a friend of
A friend of a friend
Music made to be used and forgotten again
Like a whore, like a pair
Of washed out expensive
Retro boys' underwear we can never repair
Who debases himself so they can
Get their rocks off
Recruit's five skinny, better-looking men
To play guitar parts he'll never play again
So, it's lash after lash like a budget Christ
From every blog or zine
Took the chance to look twice
I'm not saying that this dude is me
Or speaking brutally of myself
To gain traction
Action, there goes the camera, click
American indie-rock is a game of pricks
They're the gods of what was independent rock
And now is vaguely-refined hogwash
That I mock
Jacket patched up with a Wesleyan degree
Legs bound, tongue out
Grinning as they piss on me
But, I don't care, it's what I'm known for
I'll take it gleefully
Yeah, I'm wrong, and you're right
And that's my thesis here tonight
With my gut, and my bulge
I'll make the whole world scream
The whole room bleed
I'll lose, for your gain
If it'll spruce up my refrain
It's what they want
The band plays while the ship goes down
The ship goes down, the ship goes down
"I hate that dude, now that he's married
He's got a baby on the way, poor Sherri
That's not apropos
He's not the wretch we know
Chop his family up so we can
Feed them to the front row
Spike his fifteenth espresso with drugs
So he's convinced it's a manic
Delusion to know true love
Be 19 with a joint in hand
Never change the band
Never ever be a dot dot dot real man"
This isn't for the ones who
Know what it really means
They just follow, follow, follow
Other people's dreams, other people's dreams
Dreams they were told by a friend of
A friend of a friend
Music made to be used and forgotten again
Like a whore, like a pair
Of washed out expensive
Retro boys' underwear we can never repair