Album Name : The Future Kings of Nowhere
Release Date : 2007-01-01
Song Duration : 3:33
Future Kings Of Nowhere I'm Still Waiting
I've got this great idea / let's just get out of here /
they'll never even know we're gone
Like when you crush an ant / into the cold pavement /
the colony still soldiers on
And do you think that they'd miss one or two?
I know you're wondering / how I am gonna live / when
I'm no longer getting paid
I'm gonna play guitar / til I become a star / til I
become a houshold name
And if I choke I guess the joke's on me
But I'm still gone. This song is my two weeks
Let my body rise and tear through the staring crowd
Take my quick observations and my questions and my poor
explanations
And wrap them into rhymes. Weave them around my mouth
Suffer me up into brilliance until no one doesn't know
my name
I've never been the type / to step into the light /
without a push from someone else
But I'm sick of waiting / to bring you food and drinks
/ enjoy your meals and go to hell
And if you choke I guess the joke's on you
I get it at last. All that I have to do is
Let my body rise and tear through the staring crowd
Take my quick observations and my questions and my poor
explanations
And wrap them into rhymes. Weave them around my mouth
Suffer me up into brilliance until no one doesn't know
my name
It's all over your face
My generation is easily replaced
Send us back if you don't care for the taste
This waiter's uniform would look good on anyone
Let my body rise and tear through the staring crowd
Take my quick observations and my questions and my poor
explanations
And wrap them into rhymes. Weave them around my mouth
Suffer me up into brilliance until no one doesn't know
my name
