Cigarette fingers, ember stain Incriminating notes on a paper chain. Did you ever get the feeling that you've been cheated? I wanna bust out, I've not been defeated. We're all strong bones, they hold no water, Got the whiplash smile, this gets harder. Time has wound down and now we've been cached, Because half measures are all half-assed, and how did we ever end up this way, and I don't know I'm in disarray. Cultivating our ignorance didn't we have some standards once?
I hate you and your cowboy boots, so we wanted clever, but settled for stupid. Threw it all away so indiscrete, like a bad boyfriend he's a dirty little cheat.
It's a shallow, vicious state of mind, like an angry child getting dumped online. Give me back my photos will you, you fucking whore, I'll kill you!
(Don't believe it) Don't believe a word (Don't believe it) Just keep on breathing. (Don't believe it / please don't believe it) (Don't believe it) 'cause pretty soon that good King George will wake up screaming.
Our soundtrack is the slowest thing, some dull-ache replace the sting. Rap stars brag about shooting each other? Whatever happened to brother, brother? We like thugs when they attack, and We like crime when it's black-on-black, and Isn't this you, cold-hearted fake? And isn't this more than you can take?
(Don't believe it) Don't believe a word (Don't believe it) Just walk on by. (Don't believe it / please don't believe it) 'Cause this moment'll pass (Don't believe it) And then we all, can all get high, yeah
(Don't believe it) Don't believe it (Keep on breathing) Just keep on breathing. (Don't believe it / please don't believe it) Oh, pretty soon, (Don't believe it) That good King George will wake up screaming.
(Wake up screaming) Ha ha (Wake up screaming) Ahhh-ahhh Yeah! (Yeah!) x4
Round up all the big linch pins Hope we don't get fooled again All sensation makes no sense, you got some insane confidence. I can't find myself I can't change the station in this corporate, sell-out, hillbilly nation Scandalize now with such ease, America, give me back my keys Send it flows of soldiers, squeeze the trigger on fake enemies, we're all abroad and all alone, 'till you go home, bring 'em home.
(Don't believe it) Don't believe it (Keep on breathing) Just keep on breathing. (Don't believe it / please don't believe it) Oh, pretty soon, (Don't believe it) That good King George will wake up screaming.
(Don't believe it) Don't believe a word (Keep on dreamin') Don't believe a word, no (Don't believe it) Don't believe a word (Don't believe it) Don't believe a word
Compositores: Anthony J Fredianelli (Fredianelli Tony), Stephan Douglas Jenkins (Puck) ECAD: Obra #16823490