Dance Gavin Dance - Current Events Lyrics

Dang cricket, rabbit spinach

I've been stuck in the land of digits

I'm really five foot ten, please try to believe me

Poor wording, out of courage

No luck with the playful verbiage

Used all but ten percent of possible meanings



You really ought to know by now

That you get what you give

And if you don't commit

You'll be desperate just to fit in



They don't practice then they wonder why they suck

Patient? Always been

Now don't get outta touch

I should have told them that I know better

But now I'll show them that I'm no quitter



Ooh, ooh, ooh

I sit in my house sucking smoke from my mouth

Glued to my couch, trying not to go psychotic

I got cable to learn another angle

But I'm unable to get the hell out of my own head



It's been about fifteen years since (ooh)

I've changed my mind about any opinion (ooh)

Clutching to all the same fears (ooh)

That live in the tissue of my protoplasm (ooh, ooh)



Talking heads, "F*ck the feds"

So well-read, I'm impressed

How did you acquire all this undue confidence?

By babbling about current events and begging people "Smash that like?"



Who that, do that, make improvements

Work the lane 'til worth consuming

Done, done, done, done, done, done, done

Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done



Bear that, wear that, slanging pain

Art like daggers, ball 'n chain

Done, done, done, done, done, done, done

Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done



You really ought to know by now

That you get what you give

And if you don't commit

You'll be desperate just to fit in



They don't practice then they wonder why they suck

Patient? Always been

Now don't get outta touch

I should have told them that I know better

But now I'll show them that I'm no quitter



Ooh, ooh, ooh

You're never honest, telling folks what they've missed

And now they're all pissed, trying not to be neurotic

Got no precision to leverage your ambition

Say you've got vision, well, why are you always so god damn wrong?



It's been about fifteen years since (ooh)

I've changed my mind about any opinion (ooh)

Clutching to all the same fears (ooh)

That live in the tissue of my protoplasm (ooh, ooh)



You offer nothing but you want it all

You need the adequate to cover for your shortfalls

Propitiating to your own cabal

Pitiful tantrums to show them you're not small



Dying in a dream

I should have fooled myself with self-esteem

I wanna be oozing health like sub-machine

Instead, I'm chomping on rockets and sucking cream