Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Artificial Confidence, artist - Direct Hit!. Album song Wasted Mind, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 23.06.2016
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Artificial Confidence |
Well I’ve been sitting in the back seat of this car for half an hour |
And I’m wondering if any of this is real |
Trouble is I ate a pound of psychedelic mushrooms, |
And now I’m trying to decide if I should feel |
Weird about the fact that both my friends who went and drove me |
To the Burger King can tell that I’m fucked up? |
Because their alligator faces leering at me from the front seat |
Have that look of frightened deer-in-headlights locked |
Hissing «Calm down that bitter taste’s the drug |
And no you won’t drown on spit. |
So cool it, swallow, |
We’ll be downtown now in just a couple minutes |
We don’t have to talk until you’re fine» |
So now I’m sitting on the curb, amazed by traffic |
All the cars have rockets bolted to their roofs and reptile men driving |
Wonder if the lights that spin atop these ambulances always looked as cool as |
they have been? |
And no one can tell me «Calm down» |
That bitter taste’s their stares |
And no, you won’t drown on spit |
So cool it, swallow, take a breath, sit tight for just a single minute |
We can talk again when they get lost |
Then we’ll sail as high as we wanna go |
None of you can tell us no |
Or tell us that we’ll fail |
Cause we’re too far gone to care |
And time goes way too slow |
Let’s pick up the pace and go |
Double-time this beat and wail |
No one rests until we’re there |
Well I guess we should worry a bit |
Cause they’ll lock us up if we can’t learn to cool it |
We’re having a party instead |
Who cares if it’s only inside of our heads? |
We’ve got mutants, and angels, and demons, and rockets, and killers |
Obnoxious? |
Fuck you man, I’ve got this |
Let’s stay on this trip, tell the world it don’t know anything |
Glad you’re here to hang out |
So we’ll sail as high as we wanna go |
None of you can tell us no |
Or tell us that we’ll fail |
Cause we’re too far gone to care |
And time moves way too slow |
Let’s pick up the pace and go |
Double-time this beat and wail |
No one rests until we’re there |
In a place we won’t have to care |
About what? |
We don’t know in a world that tells you go |
So have a pill, pull up a chair |