Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bright Young Things, artist - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead.
Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Song language: English
Bright Young Things |
Riding up their faces down |
Bright young things wade through town |
Starved souls come to life |
With pursed up lips and startrucked smiles |
See the creature on the prowl |
Pushing through the sea-foam crow |
Bedridden femme fatales |
Lining up to follow them around |
I have caught this city |
It won’t me go |
Archives of wasted times |
In hazy states and drunken minds |
Hung beauty on the walls |
Who risk the world to bare it all |
Gloss writers stuck for say |
Ask why it has to be that way |
Star at their nascent lines |
And wonder why they lack for rhyme |
Our sick generation |
Is our festival |
Stop to watch the sun sink down |
Beneath a line of manmade clouds |
Rode through the flood zone mire |
With broken lights and one good tire |
Raced up the temple hill |
Took a blessing for a cheap thrill |
Disposed it for a laugh |
Post it to a facebook photograph |
And I love this city |
It’s a spectacle |
A laugh a minute |
Raised to avoid the lie |
Never learning how or why |
Taught to defend that right |
But never knowing what to fight |
The scholling we’d froget |
Chained is to a world of debt |
Waste paint on what we feel |
Without the art to make it real |
But we love this city |
We won’t let it go |
And we are this city |
I watched the sun sink down |
Beneath the line of manmade clouds |
I watched the undead rise |
And walk the streets in search of life |
I’ve seen you back away |
Talking to yourself for days |
I’ve seen you sifting through |
A trumpet up list of what life did to you |
And I thought you’d make it |
But you let go |
Let yourself go crazy |
Archives of wasted times |
In hazy states and drunken minds |
The scholling we’d froget |
Chained is to a world of debt |
Gloss writers stuck for say |
Ask why it has to be that way |
Waste words on what they feel |
Without the pain to make it real |
And I thought you’d make it |
But you let go |
Let yourself go crazy |
Your festival |
Sick generation |
A spectacle |
How I love this city |
It won’t let me go |