Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Albert Camus, artist - Titus Andronicus. Album song The Airing of Grievances, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 26.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Merok, XL
Song language: English
Albert Camus |
Running around this run-down, one-horse town |
One of these days, they’re gonna crucify me |
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable it is to be young, dumb, |
and have lots of money |
We will sit upon this grassy knoll |
Holding hands and stroking handguns |
With pristine souls, and even my own mother will tell you I am an asshole |
But underneath it all, there is an apathetic heart of gold |
So who will be saved, from the least to the greatest men |
Because even Honest Abe sold poison milk to schoolchildren |
The blood drive came to Glen Rock High |
In a white bus with red letters on the side |
And a long shiny needle they brought |
To suck me dry like missionary mosquitoes in the sky |
Now you’re doing time for stealing candy from a babe |
Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell phones these days |
And if you wear a mask, they can still read your license plate |
And a wireless line is a terrible thing to waste |
Because the more we think, the less it all makes sense |
Tonight we will drink to our general indifference |
Lamb of God |
We think nothing of ourselves at all |
So death, be not proud |
Because we don’t give a fuck about nothing |
And we only want what we are not allowed |