Sunday, May 18, 2008

Loose Lips


loose lips might sink ships
but these kisses take trips
to san fransisco, double dutch disco, tech.
tv hottie, do it for scotty
do it for the living, and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong
and we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and just pretend that nothing ever happens
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and just pretend that nothing ever happens
we're just dancing we're just hugging
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be
how's it gonna be?
i'll dropkick russel stover
move into the starting over house
and know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams
and we'll pray all damn day every day
that all this shit our president has got us in will go away
while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times, without losing our minds
so if you wanna burn yourself remember that i love you
if you wanna cut yourself remember that i love you
and if you wanna kill yourself remember that i love you
call me up, before your dead
we can make some plans instead
send me an i.m. i'll be your friend
shysters live from scheme to scheme
but my fourth quarter pipe dreams
are seeming more and more worth fighting for
so i'll curate some situations
make my job a big vacation
and i'll say fuck bush and fuck this war
my war paint is sharpie ink
and i'll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think
because your thoughts and words are powerful
they think we're disposable,
well both my thumbs are 'posable
spell that on a double word and triple letter score
and we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and just pretend that nothing ever happens
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and just pretend that nothing ever happens
we're just dancing we're just hugging
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be.

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