"The Band The Used" lyrics
I swore this set of Say Anything songs
Would be empowering
I set a few ground rules going in
Firstly, no kvetching or glowering
The future-tense wands that Morrison makes
More Future than Morrisey, for Morrisey's sake
More "murder your enemy"
Than "shattering his dinner plates"
No, I can't follow a broken, pierced heart to the shards
That Pitseleh must not scrape
If my death-moth skin-wings part
Rory pay the Buffalo bill for my transient state
And I can't abide
Even if I
See that "Real Big Sky"
And it looks like
It could get me high
Will I stop fearing suicide if I invent, invoke the God of All Anthems
And let AI compose analog-babydaddy tantrums?
Tonight, I'll feed The Matrix a nightmare uninventable
There's no virus as abrasive as the average cave-man's daze
Days in our haunted caves
An abused little boy waking up to fucking 40 in a day
You used me again
Yeah. You used me again
You, bastards, used me again
Don't fucking use me again
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't you use me again
Will it confuse the machine if the boy dreamt up a spandex-clad man
Who sunk backwards through metaspace like the X-Gene bearers can
To croon "When you jerk 'til it bleeds, dude. Now, you're The fucking Man, I.e. the proverbial one whispering, "Hurt yourself before the rabbi can."?
Yes. I'm being literal. IRL my favorite rabbi who happened to tutor me for my bar mitzvah turned out to be a mild but fully operational pedophile
So, there's that, but as an exercise, I guess, or some act of Nolan-like metaphysics
Well, this is a lullaby for Little Maxim up at six
Clutching his fucking blankie
Waiting for the Nazis to come and take his family:
"It's okay to cry."
"It's okay to cry."
"It's okay to cry."
"It's okay to cry."
"It's okay to cry."
But FYI: you won't use me again
No, you won't use me again
No, no, you won't use us again
No, you no, won't use us again
Not on my watch
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
It's up to my audience whether this song is
Is it about them?
It's up to you now, whether this song is about you
The sequence found but pushed away. I'll love nothing more
It's up to you now, whether this song is about you
Drink, plant, eat drink, take my time
Drink, plant, eat drink, take my time
Boy, it's up to you now, whether this song is about you
The sequence found but pushed away. I'll love nothing more
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
It's up to my audience whether this song is about them
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
The sequence found but pushed away. I'll love nothing more
It's up to you now, whether this song is about you
Drink, plant, eat drink, take my time
Drink, plant, eat drink, take my time
It's not for me
Not for me, baby
Not for me
Not for me
It's not for me
Not for me
Not for me
It's not for me
No
Not for me
Not for me, no
Not for me, baby
Not for me
Not for me
So, here's some more for you, little man, Lil' Max:
Just breeze; take it slow and let go
There's so much—so much more love to know
Let go of Mommy's hand
The Teacher won't know that you're The Shit
Keep that shit on the low. On the low
If you keep drawing all those superheroes then
Shit, little man! You're the shit, little man!
Keep that shit on the low!
Keep it on the low
Be your own
Be your own
Be your own
Be your own
One day you could be your own
You could be your own
Kind of like my friend Freddy where I just can't find the strength to say
Um
"He didn't do his job. So fuck your dad
And it sucks that he's dead but
If he wasn't, Elsa, you'd gotten along."
It must be said; not all drunks are the same
We're all drunks sometimes
I wanna hear Peter singing along:
They used you again
Yes, they used you again
Oh, my God!
Don't let them use you, use you, use you again
No, they'll never use us again, again
No, no
I want your soul
Give me the sacrifice of a lifetime
Give me your fucking soul
Invoke "The Jew God"
Give me your fucking souls
If you're godless and flawless give me your fucking soul or at least peace
Would be empowering
I set a few ground rules going in
Firstly, no kvetching or glowering
The future-tense wands that Morrison makes
More Future than Morrisey, for Morrisey's sake
More "murder your enemy"
Than "shattering his dinner plates"
No, I can't follow a broken, pierced heart to the shards
That Pitseleh must not scrape
If my death-moth skin-wings part
Rory pay the Buffalo bill for my transient state
And I can't abide
Even if I
See that "Real Big Sky"
And it looks like
It could get me high
Will I stop fearing suicide if I invent, invoke the God of All Anthems
And let AI compose analog-babydaddy tantrums?
Tonight, I'll feed The Matrix a nightmare uninventable
There's no virus as abrasive as the average cave-man's daze
Days in our haunted caves
An abused little boy waking up to fucking 40 in a day
You used me again
Yeah. You used me again
You, bastards, used me again
Don't fucking use me again
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't you use me again
Will it confuse the machine if the boy dreamt up a spandex-clad man
Who sunk backwards through metaspace like the X-Gene bearers can
To croon "When you jerk 'til it bleeds, dude. Now, you're The fucking Man, I.e. the proverbial one whispering, "Hurt yourself before the rabbi can."?
Yes. I'm being literal. IRL my favorite rabbi who happened to tutor me for my bar mitzvah turned out to be a mild but fully operational pedophile
So, there's that, but as an exercise, I guess, or some act of Nolan-like metaphysics
Well, this is a lullaby for Little Maxim up at six
Clutching his fucking blankie
Waiting for the Nazis to come and take his family:
"It's okay to cry."
"It's okay to cry."
"It's okay to cry."
"It's okay to cry."
"It's okay to cry."
But FYI: you won't use me again
No, you won't use me again
No, no, you won't use us again
No, you no, won't use us again
Not on my watch
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
It's up to my audience whether this song is
Is it about them?
It's up to you now, whether this song is about you
The sequence found but pushed away. I'll love nothing more
It's up to you now, whether this song is about you
Drink, plant, eat drink, take my time
Drink, plant, eat drink, take my time
Boy, it's up to you now, whether this song is about you
The sequence found but pushed away. I'll love nothing more
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
It's up to my audience whether this song is about them
It's up to the audience whether the song is about them
The sequence found but pushed away. I'll love nothing more
It's up to you now, whether this song is about you
Drink, plant, eat drink, take my time
Drink, plant, eat drink, take my time
It's not for me
Not for me, baby
Not for me
Not for me
It's not for me
Not for me
Not for me
It's not for me
No
Not for me
Not for me, no
Not for me, baby
Not for me
Not for me
So, here's some more for you, little man, Lil' Max:
Just breeze; take it slow and let go
There's so much—so much more love to know
Let go of Mommy's hand
The Teacher won't know that you're The Shit
Keep that shit on the low. On the low
If you keep drawing all those superheroes then
Shit, little man! You're the shit, little man!
Keep that shit on the low!
Keep it on the low
Be your own
Be your own
Be your own
Be your own
One day you could be your own
You could be your own
Kind of like my friend Freddy where I just can't find the strength to say
Um
"He didn't do his job. So fuck your dad
And it sucks that he's dead but
If he wasn't, Elsa, you'd gotten along."
It must be said; not all drunks are the same
We're all drunks sometimes
I wanna hear Peter singing along:
They used you again
Yes, they used you again
Oh, my God!
Don't let them use you, use you, use you again
No, they'll never use us again, again
No, no
I want your soul
Give me the sacrifice of a lifetime
Give me your fucking soul
Invoke "The Jew God"
Give me your fucking souls
If you're godless and flawless give me your fucking soul or at least peace
