Bright Eyes – The Trees Get Wheeled Away lyrics
Increments back the blood
wore mask of mud
cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
and so no one would know
how tired they've grown
of talking and telling their lies
while your tvs change stations
scroll messages, victims
and christians both drink in blood
and they pray for the destruction of all hatred
more often, just those with hate for us
cause it hurts when you discover
one's worse and one's better
to suffer or cause others to
and you can live by your conscience
now guilt is a concept
you're no longer subscribing to
there's a virgin in my bed
and she's taking off her dress
and I'm not sure what I am gonna do
there's a song stuck in my head
and I can't help singing it
but how I hope my singing pleases you
cause I am not who I've become
but what you'd made me into
oh got no health insurance
no cellular service
no disease they can cure
but we need more money to burn
so each person must learn
the dollar amount they are worth
and your pills make me dizzy
forgetting my body
I watch as it walks away
and I'll just keep drinking the poison
and smoking the cartons
a pack and a half a day
so when time comes to claim me
my friends and my family
will gather around my grave
and they'll believe that they knew me
and loved me and miss me
and all call me by my name
so imagine what you want
and then hold on to that thought
cause that's as close as it will ever come
and believe you're where you are
keep acting out the part
at the end of the day
the trees all get wheeled away
and you'll be standing alone
in a blank blank space
so believe you're who you are
and just stay in character
but at the end of the play
the audience walks away
and I'll be shivering cold
on a well-lit stage
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