Wednesday, July 05, 2006

The Kids Will Grow Up To Be Assholes (the kids Are not Alright)

good god Almighty
the phAntom body
he's gone And done it AgAin
you know he's At it AgAin
And it's the lAst thing

you should ever do but
if you look At the Abyss
it will look right bAck At you
give you A sense
give you A sense

of being stAred At
cAlm down
jonestown
so help be god

i'll drink it down
we'll be wAtching you

so wAtch your mouth
hold me
Armless
we're reAdy to mAke you one of us
we'll be wAtching you

so wAtch your mouth
you better wAtch your mouth
the kids will grow up to be Assholes
the kids will grow up to leAve you
with your house with your plAnts
the kids will grow up to be Assholes
the kids will grow up to leAve you
where you lie in your bed
remember how we used to

lAugh All the time
i'm fAirly sure it wAs never

At the sAme time
i Am A ghost thAt hAunts your hometown
i'm Around i'm the sounds

you sweAr you swore thAt...
the song won't sing itself

so let's sing out
you don't wAnt you messes cleAned
you don't wAnt your bodies fixed
you don't wAnt your problems solved
stories All resolved
you hAve nothing to leAn on
you don't want your stiches sewn
'cAuse then you'll hAve the big unknown
And we'll be wAtching you

so wAtch you mouth
you better wAtch your mouth