Mara and Me Say Anything

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