silver tongues cut like knives

and we lost control of our lives

at a bar on 4th Avenue

spilled on the street with you

can’t talk politics at all

if it was up to you, you’d kill them all

said you’d burn it all to give

us a chance to live

we don’t got much but we’ve got

youth and teenage angst and

and our friend’s car, and no radio

you’re bored of indie songs they

ain’t worth shit, no they’re

not that fun, not so clever

you had me at whatever

who do those boys think they are?

why do they think you’d care they play guitar?

and about all they’ve been through

you’ve got better things to do

we don’t got much but we’ve got

youth and teenage angst and

and our friend’s car, and no radio

you’re bored of indie songs they

ain’t worth shit, no they’re

not that fun, not so clever

we don’t got much but we’ve got

pain, indifference and

and fleeting hearts, and who knows where they’ll go

you’re bored of indie songs they

ain’t worth shit, no they’re

not that fun, not so clever

no I’m not that fun, or that clever

this thing is done, you could do better