Let’s Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and To Be Loved) Bright Eyes
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[Intro]
Here we go. Can I get a goddamn timpani roll?!
To start this goddamn song? Tonight!
Here's a goddamn song…
For all you goddamn people!
[Verse 1]
Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness
A baby cries hard in an apartment complex
As I pass in a car buried under the influence
The city's driving me out of my mind
I've seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
And lands in the grass, and weeps for his dignity
Next time, he will not aim so high
Yeah, next time, neither will I
[Verse 2]
Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list
While a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix
He knows there's worse things than being alone
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger
I mean, why wait around if it's just to surrender?
And ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure
I do not read the reviews
No, I am not singing for you
Here we go. Can I get a goddamn timpani roll?!
To start this goddamn song? Tonight!
Here's a goddamn song…
For all you goddamn people!
[Verse 1]
Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness
A baby cries hard in an apartment complex
As I pass in a car buried under the influence
The city's driving me out of my mind
I've seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
And lands in the grass, and weeps for his dignity
Next time, he will not aim so high
Yeah, next time, neither will I
[Verse 2]
Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list
While a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix
He knows there's worse things than being alone
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger
I mean, why wait around if it's just to surrender?
And ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure
I do not read the reviews
No, I am not singing for you
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