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I know you have felt
Over the years
the truth that is looking at me
Like looking in the mirror
And i know how it feels to be the
Best part of a running joketo
All of your friends
And to be on the edge of your bed
With your head burried
In your hands
Wishing that everything
Would end
I know how it feels to be the
Lonliest
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I told myself that
It would be alright
Probably a million times over
Every minute of all my life
I know how it feels to be so confused
That you're so far out of control
And to be on the edge of your bed
With your head burried in your hands
Wishing that everything would end
And i know how it feels to be the lonliest
So sit and wait for a sign
That the coming day will be alright
And drink so you can forget
Another night
Burised from the blackouts
And your blood red eyes
Try to start looking for the brighter side
Wait for a sign, wait for a sign,
Wait for a sign
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Less Than Jake - Anthem Album Lyrics
Less Than Jake - Anthem Lyrics
- Welcome To The New South
- The Ghosts of Me and You
- Look What Happened
- The Science of Selling Yourself Short
- Short Fuse Burning
- Motown Never Sounded So Good
- The Upwards War and the Down Turned Cycle
- Escape From The A-Bomb House
- Best Wishes to Your Black Lung
- Shes Gonna Break Soon
- Thats Why They Call It A Union
- Plastic Cup Politics
- The Brightest Bulb Has Burned Out/Screws Fall Out
- Surrender
(Bonus Track)
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DEMAKES, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Ghosts of Me and You
I've been down wandering past Second Street
And looking at the ghosts of you and me
And thinking back on all those memories
Of how we used to be
I've been hearing, I hear those voices
Over the noises of the breaking glass
And all those plans we had to get us through
They're never coming true
And I hope to hope that you won't forget
And I'm hoping, hope you know that
I can clearly see the ghosts of you and me
And I'm just a moved on memory
And you're still alive
And I'm still getting by
On these dead end streets
The ghosts of you and me
I'm still talking, I talk of what we?ll do
To the ghosts of me and you
And I'm still looking back into past
When we were all we had
And I hope to hope that you won't forget
And I'm hoping, hope you know that
I can clearly see, the ghosts of you and me
And I'm just a moved on memory
And you're still alive
And I'm still getting by
On these dead end streets
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
Hope you won't forget
Hope you know that I?ll always regret
Those things I've said
Hope you know that I can clearly see
The ghosts of you and me
'Cause I'm just a moved on memory
And you're still alive
And I'm still getting by
On these dead end streets
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
And looking at the ghosts of you and me
And thinking back on all those memories
Of how we used to be
I've been hearing, I hear those voices
Over the noises of the breaking glass
And all those plans we had to get us through
They're never coming true
And I hope to hope that you won't forget
And I'm hoping, hope you know that
I can clearly see the ghosts of you and me
And I'm just a moved on memory
And you're still alive
And I'm still getting by
On these dead end streets
The ghosts of you and me
I'm still talking, I talk of what we?ll do
To the ghosts of me and you
And I'm still looking back into past
When we were all we had
And I hope to hope that you won't forget
And I'm hoping, hope you know that
I can clearly see, the ghosts of you and me
And I'm just a moved on memory
And you're still alive
And I'm still getting by
On these dead end streets
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
Hope you won't forget
Hope you know that I?ll always regret
Those things I've said
Hope you know that I can clearly see
The ghosts of you and me
'Cause I'm just a moved on memory
And you're still alive
And I'm still getting by
On these dead end streets
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
The ghosts of you and me
Writer: IAN GLOVER, MARK LANEGAN, RICHARD BLAISE MACHIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Look What Happened
And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
Then we'll talk about leaving town
Yeah we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
We rode across that bridge all night
We talked our way through city lights
Traced all the lines, were killing time
Under those buzzing signs
From downtown to anywhere but here
Tonight yeah I swear to these rooftops
And just hoped that car would never stop
And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
We drove around this place all night
Past closed signs and familiar sights
We're moving by, passing time
Counting those center lines
With twenty thousand lines left to go
That lead to somewhere I don't know
It might be the time that we leave this all behind
And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And there's been a few times
That we, we thought it felt right
To take the westbound signs
And just leave town tonight
And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving town
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
Then we'll talk about leaving town
Yeah we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
We rode across that bridge all night
We talked our way through city lights
Traced all the lines, were killing time
Under those buzzing signs
From downtown to anywhere but here
Tonight yeah I swear to these rooftops
And just hoped that car would never stop
And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
We drove around this place all night
Past closed signs and familiar sights
We're moving by, passing time
Counting those center lines
With twenty thousand lines left to go
That lead to somewhere I don't know
It might be the time that we leave this all behind
And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And there's been a few times
That we, we thought it felt right
To take the westbound signs
And just leave town tonight
And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll talk about leaving town
And we'll talk about leaving town
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DEMAKES, LOUIS JAMES SCHAUB, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Science of Selling Yourself Short
I've come to my senses
That I've become senseless
I could give you lessons on how to ruin your friendships
Every last conviction, I smoked them all away
I drank my frustrations down the drain, out of the way
So I sit and wait and wonder
Does anyone else feel like me?
Someone so tired of their routines and disappearing self-esteems
I'll sing along
Yeah with every emergency
Just sing along
I'm the king of catastrophes
I'm so far gone
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me
I'm my own worst enemy
I could be an expert on co-dependency
I could write the best book on underage tragedy
I've been spending my time at the local liquor store
I've been sleeping nightly on my best friends kitchen floor
So I sit and wait and wonder
Does anyone else feel like me?
I'm so overdosed on apathy and put down on sympathy
I'll sing along
Yeah with every emergency
Just sing along
I'm the king of catastrophes
I'm so far gone
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me
I'm my own worst enemy
Let the meaning slip away
Lost my faith in another day
Self deprecation seems okay
I never thought I'd make it anyway
I'll sing along
Yeah with every emergency
Just sing along
I'm the king of catastrophes
I'm so far gone
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me
I'm my own worst enemy
That I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy
And I'm my own worst enemy
'Cause I'm my own worst enemy
And I'm my own worst enemy
That I've become senseless
I could give you lessons on how to ruin your friendships
Every last conviction, I smoked them all away
I drank my frustrations down the drain, out of the way
So I sit and wait and wonder
Does anyone else feel like me?
Someone so tired of their routines and disappearing self-esteems
I'll sing along
Yeah with every emergency
Just sing along
I'm the king of catastrophes
I'm so far gone
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me
I'm my own worst enemy
I could be an expert on co-dependency
I could write the best book on underage tragedy
I've been spending my time at the local liquor store
I've been sleeping nightly on my best friends kitchen floor
So I sit and wait and wonder
Does anyone else feel like me?
I'm so overdosed on apathy and put down on sympathy
I'll sing along
Yeah with every emergency
Just sing along
I'm the king of catastrophes
I'm so far gone
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me
I'm my own worst enemy
Let the meaning slip away
Lost my faith in another day
Self deprecation seems okay
I never thought I'd make it anyway
I'll sing along
Yeah with every emergency
Just sing along
I'm the king of catastrophes
I'm so far gone
That deep down inside I think it's fine by me
I'm my own worst enemy
That I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy
And I'm my own worst enemy
'Cause I'm my own worst enemy
And I'm my own worst enemy
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DEMAKES, LOUIS JAMES SCHAUB, PETER JOHN WASILEWSKI, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Short Fuse Burning
These are all reasons why
I'll be exploding tonight
And why this chip on my shoulder
Feels like a mile wide
It's from the overwork
Overtime compromise
So I'm looking tonight
For some peace of mind
Maybe then I'll find some strength inside
'Cause I've lost any hope of ever changing
I'm a short fuse burning
And remember who I
Who I used to be
Just this one-trick pony
So strung on routine
Yeah, stuck on repeat
Like you couldn't even believe
So I'm looking tonight
For some peace of mind
Maybe then I'll find some strength inside
'Cause I've lost any hope of ever changing
I'm a short fuse burning
And everybody don't forget me
Forget me
And everybody don't forget me
I'm not who I used to be
And everybody don't for
And everybody don't for
And everybody don't forget me
I'm not who I used to be
So I'm looking tonight
For some peace of mind
Maybe then I'll find some strength inside
'Cause I've lost any hope of ever changing
I'm a short fuse burning
And everybody don't forget me
Forget me
And everybody don't forget me
I'm not who I used to be
And everybody don't for--
And everybody don't for--
And everybody don't forget me
I'm not who I used to be
I'll be exploding tonight
And why this chip on my shoulder
Feels like a mile wide
It's from the overwork
Overtime compromise
So I'm looking tonight
For some peace of mind
Maybe then I'll find some strength inside
'Cause I've lost any hope of ever changing
I'm a short fuse burning
And remember who I
Who I used to be
Just this one-trick pony
So strung on routine
Yeah, stuck on repeat
Like you couldn't even believe
So I'm looking tonight
For some peace of mind
Maybe then I'll find some strength inside
'Cause I've lost any hope of ever changing
I'm a short fuse burning
And everybody don't forget me
Forget me
And everybody don't forget me
I'm not who I used to be
And everybody don't for
And everybody don't for
And everybody don't forget me
I'm not who I used to be
So I'm looking tonight
For some peace of mind
Maybe then I'll find some strength inside
'Cause I've lost any hope of ever changing
I'm a short fuse burning
And everybody don't forget me
Forget me
And everybody don't forget me
I'm not who I used to be
And everybody don't for--
And everybody don't for--
And everybody don't forget me
I'm not who I used to be
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DEMAKES, LOUIS JAMES SCHAUB, PETER JOHN WASILEWSKI, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Motown Never Sounded So Good
[Roger:]
So you say, all your white flags are up and that you've had enough and that you were tired of collecting dust, you say everything always looks the same and you made your brand new face to match your brand new place, you say all your distress calls have gone out and your ship is going down
[Pre-chorus]
[Chris:]
Well I say it to myself all the time,
"Stop living half and a life and stop feeling like I'm half alive."
[Chorus]
[Roger:]
I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied, I've wasted my time with this daily grind, in single file line, is this real life, I've been telling myself sometimes, what matters is on the inside.
[Roger:]
Do you remember when we had all the answers, and can you really remember when we wished for anything better, just to feel like it's been forever, does it feel like a broken record, a head full of yesterdays, you keep wishing your life away, you keep looking over you own shoulder, things'll never look up unless you start to move forward.
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2]
[Roger:]
I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied, I've wasted my time with this daily grind, I can't get enough, I'm just getting by, I can't stand this design for our bitter lives, I keep feeling lost and I'm not satisfied with traffic and turnpikes and these tired eyes
[Chorus]
So you say, all your white flags are up and that you've had enough and that you were tired of collecting dust, you say everything always looks the same and you made your brand new face to match your brand new place, you say all your distress calls have gone out and your ship is going down
[Pre-chorus]
[Chris:]
Well I say it to myself all the time,
"Stop living half and a life and stop feeling like I'm half alive."
[Chorus]
[Roger:]
I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied, I've wasted my time with this daily grind, in single file line, is this real life, I've been telling myself sometimes, what matters is on the inside.
[Roger:]
Do you remember when we had all the answers, and can you really remember when we wished for anything better, just to feel like it's been forever, does it feel like a broken record, a head full of yesterdays, you keep wishing your life away, you keep looking over you own shoulder, things'll never look up unless you start to move forward.
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2]
[Roger:]
I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied, I've wasted my time with this daily grind, I can't get enough, I'm just getting by, I can't stand this design for our bitter lives, I keep feeling lost and I'm not satisfied with traffic and turnpikes and these tired eyes
[Chorus]
Writer: LOUIS JAMES SCHAUB, PETER JOHN WASILEWSKI, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
The Upwards War and the Down Turned Cycle
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
My friends aren't going anywhere
My friends all act so unaware
Now they have to face
Their best plans have all gone up in flames
They're just looking for something to take
To break up the day to day and all it's
Loneliness, vacant space
The tragedy of minimum wage
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
My friends are worried about last calls
And working jobs at shopping malls
Because they're in between
A mixed up pride and apathy
So tonight they'll talk of calling in
Calling in with bitter grins
Laughing at the state they're in
What a mess, I'm just like them
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
So they're sleep walking their way through life
Sitting there and getting by
Like all the other friends of mine
Wishing for something more
Wishing for something more
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
My friends aren't going anywhere
My friends all act so unaware
Now they have to face
Their best plans have all gone up in flames
They're just looking for something to take
To break up the day to day and all it's
Loneliness, vacant space
The tragedy of minimum wage
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
My friends are worried about last calls
And working jobs at shopping malls
Because they're in between
A mixed up pride and apathy
So tonight they'll talk of calling in
Calling in with bitter grins
Laughing at the state they're in
What a mess, I'm just like them
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
So they're sleep walking their way through life
Sitting there and getting by
Like all the other friends of mine
Wishing for something more
Wishing for something more
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
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Escape From The A-Bomb House
Dear Mom and Dad,
I've been making plans
To leave this house and yes I'm sure
So lock the door, and turn the
Front porch lights out
After all the endless fights
The who's been wrong and who's been right
We just never saw eye to eye
So there's no need to apologize
Don't wait up, I'll be fine
If you could see inside my head
Maybe you could understand
That I'm better off
I'm better off gone
Dear Mom and Dad,
I've been making plans
To leave your house and yes I'm sure
That nothing's wrong, so just
Be strong on my way out
After all the endless nights
The who's been wrong and who's been right
We just never saw eye to eye
So there's no need to apologize
Don't wait up, I'll be fine
If you could see inside my head
Maybe you could understand
That I'm better off gone
I'm better off gone
'Cause we don't see eye to eye
I've been making plans
To leave this house and yes I'm sure
So lock the door, and turn the
Front porch lights out
After all the endless fights
The who's been wrong and who's been right
We just never saw eye to eye
So there's no need to apologize
Don't wait up, I'll be fine
If you could see inside my head
Maybe you could understand
That I'm better off
I'm better off gone
Dear Mom and Dad,
I've been making plans
To leave your house and yes I'm sure
That nothing's wrong, so just
Be strong on my way out
After all the endless nights
The who's been wrong and who's been right
We just never saw eye to eye
So there's no need to apologize
Don't wait up, I'll be fine
If you could see inside my head
Maybe you could understand
That I'm better off gone
I'm better off gone
'Cause we don't see eye to eye
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DEMAKES, LOUIS JAMES SCHAUB, PETER JOHN WASILEWSKI, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Best Wishes to Your Black Lung
By this time tomorrow
You'll be out on the streets of Chicago
Walking all the way home from commuter trains
By this time tomorrow
You'll be back at home in Chicago
At the bars until they close
Back at places that you've known and
It'll be skylines and rooftops
And it's gonna be crowded tourist stops
So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung
By this time tomorrow
You'll be walking home through Chicago
Past the nine to five crowds underneath
Those unused fire escapes
By this time tomorrow
You'll be at the bars in Chicago
Back with people that you know
Going places you used to go
It's gonna be skylines and rooftops
And it's gonna be crowded tourist stops
So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung
So when you're leaving the party just to beat the crowd
Just make sure that you're the first one out
You'll be out on the streets of Chicago
Walking all the way home from commuter trains
By this time tomorrow
You'll be back at home in Chicago
At the bars until they close
Back at places that you've known and
It'll be skylines and rooftops
And it's gonna be crowded tourist stops
So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung
By this time tomorrow
You'll be walking home through Chicago
Past the nine to five crowds underneath
Those unused fire escapes
By this time tomorrow
You'll be at the bars in Chicago
Back with people that you know
Going places you used to go
It's gonna be skylines and rooftops
And it's gonna be crowded tourist stops
So it's goodbye
To your brand new life
So it's good luck
Best wishes to your black lung
So when you're leaving the party just to beat the crowd
Just make sure that you're the first one out
Writer: CHRIS DEMAKES, LOUIS SCHAUB, PETER WASILEWSKI, ROGER MANGANELI, VINCENT FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Shes Gonna Break Soon
[Chorus:]
She's gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
She's gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
With so many problems in her life it just comes as no surprise
She's gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
She's gonna break
Welcome to her busy dizzy life
Of going out and getting high
And following all the latest trends
While shedding all her oldest friends
It's been weeks worth of weekends
when fake I.D.s and fake passions are her best friends.
[Chorus]
She's been thinkin' wishin' she could hide
From the girls with the comments passing by
It's the boys in bars on Friday night
That replace the emptiness inside
She'll be spending her whole weekend
Faking laughs and faking smiles with her fake friends
[Chorus]
Promises you made back home
Are crumpled like the goodbye notes
And last night's dirty clothes
Were on the floor next to the phone
And it's been disconnected months ago
No calls from your friends back home
You lost your point of view and now
It's got the best of got the best of got the best of you
[Chorus]
She's gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
She's gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
With so many problems in her life it just comes as no surprise
She's gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
She's gonna break
Welcome to her busy dizzy life
Of going out and getting high
And following all the latest trends
While shedding all her oldest friends
It's been weeks worth of weekends
when fake I.D.s and fake passions are her best friends.
[Chorus]
She's been thinkin' wishin' she could hide
From the girls with the comments passing by
It's the boys in bars on Friday night
That replace the emptiness inside
She'll be spending her whole weekend
Faking laughs and faking smiles with her fake friends
[Chorus]
Promises you made back home
Are crumpled like the goodbye notes
And last night's dirty clothes
Were on the floor next to the phone
And it's been disconnected months ago
No calls from your friends back home
You lost your point of view and now
It's got the best of got the best of got the best of you
[Chorus]
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DEMAKES, LOUIS JAMES SCHAUB, PETER JOHN WASILEWSKI, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Thats Why They Call It A Union
There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm inside
And it won't go away
That's why they call it a union
That's why they call it a union
So both of you please forgive me tonight
That's why they call it a union
So please forgive me tonight
I remember him turning around
He said, "Son, I'll be leaving now,
I can't be the person that you want me to be
And then she said, "So things are finally ending now,
I knew you'd be walking out,
You can't be the person that you want me to be."
3 years of all the arguments
3 years of all this silence
Has been enough to last me a lifetime
3 years of all the arguments
3 years of all this pain
That's why they call it a union
That's why they call it a union
So both of you please forgive me tonight
That's why they call it a union
So please forgive me tonight
I can't look at the pictures anymore
Because i know how it's run its course
And i know how the story ends
I know it ends
There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm inside,
And another fight tonight
There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm tonight
And it won't go away, no it won't go away
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm inside
And it won't go away
That's why they call it a union
That's why they call it a union
So both of you please forgive me tonight
That's why they call it a union
So please forgive me tonight
I remember him turning around
He said, "Son, I'll be leaving now,
I can't be the person that you want me to be
And then she said, "So things are finally ending now,
I knew you'd be walking out,
You can't be the person that you want me to be."
3 years of all the arguments
3 years of all this silence
Has been enough to last me a lifetime
3 years of all the arguments
3 years of all this pain
That's why they call it a union
That's why they call it a union
So both of you please forgive me tonight
That's why they call it a union
So please forgive me tonight
I can't look at the pictures anymore
Because i know how it's run its course
And i know how the story ends
I know it ends
There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm inside,
And another fight tonight
There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm tonight
And it won't go away, no it won't go away
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DEMAKES, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Plastic Cup Politics
Hello six pack of confidence
Been so many nights
since we first met
Glad to see you've brought
all your friends
For another night of
plastic cup politics
Hello Mr. Six Pack of confidence
I'm glad to see you've already met
Ms. Twelve ounces of loneliness
And Mr. Plastic cup politics
I see you're under the influence
Of warm beer and the comfort of
all your friends
And I see that Mr. Loud Mouth
has had his forty ounce
And will pass out
I have no doubt
So drop your plastic cup and
clear your clouded heads
I keep asking myself if they realize
That their fears are really just the
same as mine
Do they know all their insecurities
Are the same ones that are inside of me
As people come and go
Do they know they're really not alone?
And the life of the party just left
I guess I couldn't cure his emptiness
Like all the rest
So drop your plastic cups and clear
your clouded heads
Here we are, another wasted night and
I am right along side
of forty sets of bloodshot eyes
And plastic smiles miles wide match
plastic cups we'll leave behind
It's just another night of
plastic cup politics
So drop your empty cups and clear
your clouded heads
Been so many nights
since we first met
Glad to see you've brought
all your friends
For another night of
plastic cup politics
Hello Mr. Six Pack of confidence
I'm glad to see you've already met
Ms. Twelve ounces of loneliness
And Mr. Plastic cup politics
I see you're under the influence
Of warm beer and the comfort of
all your friends
And I see that Mr. Loud Mouth
has had his forty ounce
And will pass out
I have no doubt
So drop your plastic cup and
clear your clouded heads
I keep asking myself if they realize
That their fears are really just the
same as mine
Do they know all their insecurities
Are the same ones that are inside of me
As people come and go
Do they know they're really not alone?
And the life of the party just left
I guess I couldn't cure his emptiness
Like all the rest
So drop your plastic cups and clear
your clouded heads
Here we are, another wasted night and
I am right along side
of forty sets of bloodshot eyes
And plastic smiles miles wide match
plastic cups we'll leave behind
It's just another night of
plastic cup politics
So drop your empty cups and clear
your clouded heads
Writer: CHRISTOPHER DEMAKES, LOUIS JAMES SCHAUB, PETER JOHN WASILEWSKI, ROGERIO LIMA MANGANELLI, VINCENT PHILLIP FIORELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
The Brightest Bulb Has Burned Out/Screws Fall Out
[ Featuring Billy Bragg ]
You told me that your 20 years have gone by much too fast
And you've been hoping this year will be better than the last
You said you've been waging a war against the loneliest of nights
With the strongest drinks and longest lines
It's not that big of a surprise
That you're feeling more dead than alive
You're feeling more dead than alive
So I'll let you know
If you need, somewhere to go
I'll be listening when you call
And I'll be there if you fall off
If you need someone to believe in you
I'll let you know I will
You said the hole in your head has gotten bigger than the hole that's in your chest
And you're stuck between the past and present tense
You said you've been waging a war against so many years of lies
With stronger drinks and longer lines
It's not that big a surprise
That you're feeling more dead than alive
You're feeling more dead than alive
So I'll let you know
If you need, somewhere to go
I'll be listening when you call
And I'll be there if you fall off
If you need someone to believe in you
I'll let you know I will
I'll let you know I will
I'll let you know I will
But sometimes you gotta let it go
Gotta let it go
So this pen is starting to become
A pipe bomb and these songs
Have turned to anthems again
To everything that's changed and to everything that's gone away
Here are my condolences to the future I never met
It's gone and never coming back,
It's not coming back
So don't hold on to your past,
You gotta let it go
Gotta let it go
'Cause friends leave as time fades away
The people and the places along the way
Without a doubt
Yeah screws fall in and screws they fall out
Tomorrow's gone up in smoke
And I wonder when I'm alone
Where'd my convictions go?
So to everyone that's gone away
Or fades away or stays the same
Here are my apologies
To the person that I used to be
Before I burned down every bridge and every inch
Of everything I used to know,
I gotta let it go
Friends leave as time fades away
The people and the places along the way
Without a doubt
Yeah screws fall in and screws they fall out
Friends leave as time fades away
The people and the places along the way
So don't hold on to your past
No, it's never coming back,
You gotta let it go
You gotta let it go
Friends leave as time fades away
The people and the places along the way
Without a doubt
Yeah screws fall in and screws they fall out
Without a doubt
Yeah screws fall in and screws they fall out
Without a doubt
Yeah screws fall in and screws they fall out
Without a doubt
Yeah screws fall in and screws they fall out
Without a doubt
Yeah screws fall in and screws they fall out
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Surrender
(Bonus Track)
[ Originally by Cheap Trick ]
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you.
She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch."
Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things."
"Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines."
Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war.
But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year?
Ev'ry time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?
When I woke up, Mom and Dad are rolling on the couch.
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Away.
Away.
Writer: NICKOLAS ASHFORD, VALERIE SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Anthem (stylized as anthem.) is the fifth studio album by American ska punk band Less Than Jake, released on May 20, 2003 on Sire Records, a Warner Bros. imprint. A year after their fourth studio album Borders & Boundaries (2000), the band had spent sometime at their practice space writing new material; by the middle of 2002, the band said their next album would be with Warner Bros. Records. Following a meeting with Rob Cavallo, he was enlisted as the producer for the album. Sessions were held at Piety Street Recording in New Orleans and Morning View Studio in Malibu, California, occurring between October and December 2002.
Anthem received generally favorable reviews from critics, some of whom noted the shift away from horns into pop-punk, while others commented on Cavallo's production. It reached number 45 on the Billboard 200 in the United States. "The Science of Selling Yourself Short" peaked at number 36 on the US Alternative Airplay chart. Preceded by a headlining US tour, "She's Gonna Break Soon" was released as the album's lead single in April 2003.
The band then appeared on the Honda Civic Tour, went on a European tour and then spent three months as part of the Warped Tour. "The Science of Selling Yourself Short" was released as the album's second single in July 2003. Outtakes from the sessions were released as the compilation album B Is for B-Sides (2004).
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Less Than JakeAnthem received generally favorable reviews from critics, some of whom noted the shift away from horns into pop-punk, while others commented on Cavallo's production. It reached number 45 on the Billboard 200 in the United States. "The Science of Selling Yourself Short" peaked at number 36 on the US Alternative Airplay chart. Preceded by a headlining US tour, "She's Gonna Break Soon" was released as the album's lead single in April 2003.
The band then appeared on the Honda Civic Tour, went on a European tour and then spent three months as part of the Warped Tour. "The Science of Selling Yourself Short" was released as the album's second single in July 2003. Outtakes from the sessions were released as the compilation album B Is for B-Sides (2004).
Genre(s): Pop-punk, pop rock, ska punk
Producer(s): Rob Cavallo
Length: 40:09
Released: May 20th, 2003
Year: 2003