Lawrence Arms Them Angels Been Talkin'
What's that sound? In the parking lot someone's getting
sick
But the beards just gather 'round to snap another
picture of his dick
Around the corner there's a party with a million pretty
girls
Black and blue, tattooed and bruised, weary with the
world
[Chorus:]
This high life is running at full steam
Come on everyone and live the high life with me
I'm not gonna stop 'til the devil falls asleep
Tonight is the march of the meek
I feel the Sparks on my teeth and in my veins
Summers spent in basements and smoking in the rain
Number fifteen and Anthony, when will I see you again?
When is the next time we can raise our voices with our
friends?
If I promise just to love you, promise you'll always
change
It's more than a blackout or remembering names
[Chorus]
The ships and parades fade into dull greys
And everything ends way too soon
And up there the angels are talking
And you'd best believe what you always knew
Their words are all true
No one is waiting for you
This high life is running at full steam
Come on everyone and live the high life with me
I'm not gonna stop 'til the devil falls asleep
Or jesus gives me back my keys
Tonight is the march of the meek
Stand up and be counted
If you can't live without it