Bright Eyes Let's Not Shit Outselves (to Love and to Be Loved) Lyrics

Here we go
Can I get a g______ timpany roll to start this g______ song?
Tonight, it is a g______ song
For all you g______ people

The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness,
A baby cried hard in an apartment complex,
as I pass a car buried under the influence
The city is driving me out of my mind.

I have seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity
He falls from the lowest
branch of the apple tree
and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Next time he will not aim so high
Yeah, next time, neither will I

A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges
Her family is reduced to
names on a shopping list
while, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix
He know that there are worse things than being alone

I have learned to retreat at the first sign of danger
I mean, why wait around,
if it's just to surrender?

and Ambition, I have found,
can only lead to failure.
I do not read the reviews.
No, I am not singing for you.

I stood dropping a coin
into the pit of a well
And I would throw my whole billfold
if I thought it would help
With all these wishes I make,
I should by something great,
at least a telephone call home.

My teachers, they built
this retaining wall memory,
all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
And I got my grades back
and forgot just as easily,
but as least I got an A.
So I don't have them to blame.

I should stop pointing fingers
reserve my judgment
of all those public action figures,
the cowboy president.

So loud behind the bullhorn
so proud they can't admit
when they have made a mistake

While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
he knows that he doesn't have to say it,
so it don't bother him.
"Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion."
And the approval rating is high,
and so someone is going to die.

well ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
They give us fact or fiction?
I guess an even split.
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
We are still the p___s in their game

As they take an eye for an eye
until no one can see,
we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.

Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan
on the fast food marquee:
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
I got the Blues! I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!

Well, I awoke in relief
My sheets and tubes were all tangled
weak from whiskey and pills,
in a Chicago hospital
My father was there, in a chair, by the window,
staring so far away.

I tried talking, just whispered,
"...so sorry...so selfish..."
He stopped me and said,
"Child I love you regardless
and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this.
I'm not angry. It happens.
but you just can't do it again."

So now I try to keep up,
I have been exchanging my currency.
While a million objects
pass through my periphery
now I am rubbing my eyes because
they are starting to bother me
I have been staring too long at the screen
But where was it when I first heard
the sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the g______ loveliest melody
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and be loved
Let's just hope that is enough.