This Song Is Like Thunder and Lightning In a Wide Open Field - The Flatliners

So it seems

We've arrived in a place in time where the words you write

Don't mean a goddamn thing

It's embarrassing, is all

When the most pedestrian of things to say are held in high regard

A car crash is not an art

Someday you'll see

These arts-and-crafts-type politicians

With their barrel up to the temple parading this

Hindsight's one motherfucker

How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess?

If they start throwing horns I'm cutting off their fingers

I'm seeing stars and picking bullshit out of dialogue

I'm poking holes in stories that inflate what people really are

Stop strangling me

Because your world will burn, you'll see

Flip the pages til your fucking fingers bleed

These arts-and-crafts-type politicians

With their barrel up to the temple parading this

Hindsight's one motherfucker

How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess?

I suggest the new Bohemia can burn in hell

And all those clinging to it

Next up are the starched collars

And watch those fucking flames spread

Not predicated, I am medicated to see this through

And right through you

Your predictable vocabulary and your point of view

Will never meet my better side

I'll never welcome you

These arts-and-crafts-type politicians

With their barrel up to the temple parading this

Hindsight's one motherfucker

How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess?

If they start throwing horns I'm cutting off their fingers

If they'll hold on at all