Say Anything - Mara and Me lyrics
[Say Anything - Mara and Me lyrics]
There are babies with guns
Beheading their friends
In shopping malls around the world
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon
Still find time to write songs about girls
I don't suck much less
At least those dudes have no
Illusions of angst and hopelessness
And if I claim revolutionary or
I give to charity
They'll all know it's a plea
For someone like me
Disgusted with lies and cut down
By their own beatnik poetry
I'm just one man with no face and no friends
God, in this dank Brooklyn bar
I can feel it again it's eating me
Wait a second - i can't write the same damn
Song over and over again
I can't define myself through
Irony and self deprecation
I can't deny myself being
Alive through my alienation
Everything that you do
Keeps me running back to you
Can't give up, live the dream
Even if I don't believe
We can't afford to surrender we can't afford
Fake players and the twisted web they weave
I contend that the coming holocaust
Will be of those who choose to believe
In anything but a phallic sense of self
Hang alone in the attic
Tied up tightly with your father's belt
You bathe in blood like Mr crowley
Your cost, their loss their memory haunts me
I stand opposed to chaos that you chose
New heart, new bones am I not alone?
Fake players are the ones who play the game
(Go to sleep, go to sleep, come on)
Fake players are the ones who play the game
(Fake players, fake players)
Fake players are the ones who play the game
(Go to sleep, go to sleep, come on)
Fake players are the ones who play the game
(Fake players)
Beheading their friends
In shopping malls around the world
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon
Still find time to write songs about girls
I don't suck much less
At least those dudes have no
Illusions of angst and hopelessness
And if I claim revolutionary or
I give to charity
They'll all know it's a plea
For someone like me
Disgusted with lies and cut down
By their own beatnik poetry
I'm just one man with no face and no friends
God, in this dank Brooklyn bar
I can feel it again it's eating me
Wait a second - i can't write the same damn
Song over and over again
I can't define myself through
Irony and self deprecation
I can't deny myself being
Alive through my alienation
Everything that you do
Keeps me running back to you
Can't give up, live the dream
Even if I don't believe
We can't afford to surrender we can't afford
Fake players and the twisted web they weave
I contend that the coming holocaust
Will be of those who choose to believe
In anything but a phallic sense of self
Hang alone in the attic
Tied up tightly with your father's belt
You bathe in blood like Mr crowley
Your cost, their loss their memory haunts me
I stand opposed to chaos that you chose
New heart, new bones am I not alone?
Fake players are the ones who play the game
(Go to sleep, go to sleep, come on)
Fake players are the ones who play the game
(Fake players, fake players)
Fake players are the ones who play the game
(Go to sleep, go to sleep, come on)
Fake players are the ones who play the game
(Fake players)