Lyrics Fuck the Government, I Love You - The Burning Hell

Fuck the Government, I Love You

We met at the New Years Party of my vegetarian friend
I said I was studying English, I told you I was in a band
I asked what the band was called
I said it’s called The Burning Hell I said I’ve never heard of you
I said that’s probably just as well
Just to make conversation I told you about a dream I had in which Jean
Baudrillard was rapping with Public Enemy Shouting «don't believe the
hyperreal» with Flava Flav and Chuck D
And I said I think we might have a lot in common then, possibly
Because I’m also a musician and also a student of hip-hoposophy
You mentioned you used to play the clarinet in high school in the early years
of the millennium when you were young
And you said you’re hired, the pay is negligible, and the tour starts next month
You asked what I was working on, I said I’m writing an album of love songs
I laughed and said love songs are dumb
And I said oh yeah, wait til you hear these ones
Pass the wine, fuck the government, I love you
Three statements overheard at once in the crowded room
But I could not be sure which one had come from you
So I passed you the wine and said yes, fuck the government, I love you too
Though neither of us are accomplished dancers we danced a little bit
My vegetarian friend was playing the hits of Will Smith, and we got jiggy with
it
There on the dance floor, the living room dance floor, that’s when it happened
You stole my heart, I stole a kiss, we stole someone else’s gin by accident
At some point we got cornered by an amateur poet neither of us knew
Either he had no one else to talk to or just couldn’t pick up simple social cues
Step by step we backed away until we backed up all the way into the bathroom
together
We told the poet that we always go together ‘cause that’s what happens when
you’ve been dating forever
We stayed in there for ages hoping the amateur poet would go, it was awkward
We came out and found he’d discovered someone else to bother
And suddenly it was midnight and auld lang syne time and countdowns and
gratuitous public making out
And we started shouting because everyone else was shouting and isn’t it fun to
shout?
Pass the wine, fuck the government, I love you
Three statements overheard at once in the crowded room
But I could not be sure which one had come from you
So I passed you the wine and said yes, fuck the government, I love you too