Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Battle Of Hampton Roads, artist - Titus Andronicus.
Date of issue: 08.03.2010
Song language: English
The Battle Of Hampton Roads |
Tonight, two great ships will pull back to their ports |
Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports |
And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore |
And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse |
But to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts |
Because we have been told that if you’ve been assured |
There’s a way to live the values your forefathers gave you |
Prepare to be told, «That shit’s gay dude» |
But I guess that what they say is true |
And there is no race more human, no one throws it away like they do |
The things I used to love I have come to reject |
The things I used to hate I have learned to accept |
And the worst of the three you now have to expect |
Satan ain’t hard to see you without craning your neck |
He’ll be seventy-some inches tall |
He’ll be chugging a beer and he’ll be grabbing his balls |
He’s a remote explosive waiting for someone to call |
He’s just eighteen for now but hes going to murder us all |
Solidarity’s gonna give a lot less than it’ll take |
Is there a girl at this college who hasn’t been raped? |
Is there a boy in this town that’s not exploding with hate? |
Is there a human alive ain’t looked themselves in the face |
Without winking or saying what they mean without drinking |
Who will believe in something without thinking |
«What if somebody doesn’t approve?» |
Is there a soul on this earth that isn’t too frightened to move? |
I think the wrong people got a hold of your brain |
When it was nothing but a piece of putty |
Though try as you may but you will always be a tourist |
Little buddy |
And half the time, I open my mouth to speak |
It’s to repeat something that I’ve heard on TV |
And I’ve destroyed everything that wouldn’t make me more like Bruce Springsteen |
So I’m going back to New Jersey, I do believe they’ve had enough of me |
So when I leave Boston, my tail is between my legs |
After deep cuts of patience and drunk to the dregs |
And now I’m heading west on 84 again |
And I’m as much of an asshole as I’ve ever been |
And there is still nothing about myself I respect |
Still haven’t done anything I did not later regret |
I have a hand and a napkin when I’m looking for sex |
And that’s no one to talk to when feeling depressed |
And so now when I drink, I’m going to drink to excess |
And when I smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest |
And when I scream, I will scream until I’m gasping for breath |
And when I get sick, I will stay sick for the rest |
Of my days peddling hate at the back of a Chevy Express |
Each one a fart in the face of your idea of success |
And if this be thy will, then fuckin' pass me the cup |
And I’m sorry dad, no, I’m not making this up! |
But, my enemy, it’s your name on my lips as I go to sleep |
And I know what little I’ve known of peace |
Yes, I’ve done to you what you’ve done to me |
And I’d be nothing without you, my darling, please don’t ever leave |
Please don’t ever leave |