Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Art of Pretension, artist - Scarling.. Album song Crispin Glover, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Record label: Sympathy For The Record Industry
Song language: English
Art of Pretension |
Let’s be pretentious |
Be something we’re not |
And we’ll jump on the bandwagon |
Cause we think it is hot |
And we’ll shake our no wave asses |
It’s the thing to do until we can’t think or breath |
Let’s be dramatic |
Perceptions for pills |
Then we’ll buy them with our paychecks so we can’t pay our bills |
And we’ll sleep until tomorrow — I’ll be dreaming of you |
Oh yeah |
Let’s be myopic |
Elitists and smart |
Gently rehash pop nostalgia into biblical art |
Preach our genius to the masses til our faces blue |
Oh yeah Oh yeah oh yeah |
I want to drive my car into a wall |
I want to buy your house just to burn it down |
Please, Let me sleep with somebody that I will never trust |
Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw -ups |
Let’s be neurotic |
Our high and our lows |
Hire someone who smells famous |
To tell all of our woes |
They’ll dissect us like we’re children attending Sunday school |
Oh yeah |
Let’s be eclectic |
Won’t graze with the pack |
You can pierce it with a pin |
Tattoo its name on your back |
But you’ll never be as different as you wanted to be |
Oh Yeah OH yeah Oh yeah |
I want to drive my car into a wall |
I want to buy your house just to burn it down |
Please, Let me sleep with somebody that I will never trust |
Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw -ups |
I can’t stop dancing |
Or running in place |
A reflection of my failures |
Are lit up in your face |
I see friends and I see lovers and my confidants |
OH yeah! |
We’re frustrated liars, idiot savants, comforted by our petty torments and our |
liquor filled haunts |
If we sleep for 3 tomorrows will… we wake up new? |
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah |
I want to drive my car into a wall |
I want to buy your house just to burn it down |
And I if I sleep with somebody that I may ever love |
Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw -ups |
Blame the cruel art of pretension, I’m so screwed up |