Альбом Say Anything

There was a man from Allen Town
Who fed his son to death
He calmly watched him Gorge himself
Until his final breath

And there he stood,
Surprised and shocked
Above his tiny frame
He said "I bear no blame for this"
I only share his name

There was a man from Nazareth.
The fools were more pervert
They forced an image of his flesh
To brand on mugs and t-shirts

They say "One day he'll spring to life"
To smile and clear your name
So nail yourself upon the cross
And hang your head in shame

Forever.
This is forever
This is forever
This is forever
This is forever

Did you know that there are people in the world
Annoyed with all the other people in the world?
And of all these angry people in the world
I am the angriest boy

When I was spat onto the earth in a stream of guts
Why, Mother Nature, that green-eyed slut
I wasn't the first to get forced from a cut
One to whom I still shall stay stuck

Staring from the cradle, let my eyes take in
The baby speak of my brain-dead kin
The goo-goo goggles reflecting the grin
Of a chub-faced alien

Well if you think I'm being harsh
Well baby, keep on counting stars

'Cause I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
Upon this cursed earth

Then I grew a few hairs where the sun don't shine
Pack me in a classroom to count the time
Studying the history of men's minds
Chasing tail and committing hate crimes

Rich, hippy girl with the gas-guzzler
Forced myself to fall in love with her
She was so strung out, she'd swear it never occurred
And the honky king went back on his word

The next one did the same
The blind leading the lame
All together now

I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
Upon this cursed earth

How does it make you feel to be wanted?
(Whoa)
How does it make you feel to be one of many?
How does it make you feel to be blunted?
(Whoa)
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?

I hate actors who seem genuine
I hate my ex-girlfriend, though she's feminine
I hate the singer with the denim skin
I hate everyone

I hate that hospital in Texas
I hate the rapper in the Lexus
I hate the pills I ate for breakfast
Hate everyone

I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I hate everyone

'Cause I'm mired in hypocrisy
Yeah, I'm still down with J.C.
I guess that everyone includes me
And that's why I'm a humanist
(I hate everyone)
Yeah!

Life is not a spark in space
an episode of will and grace
controversial yet mundane
deborahs messing with your brain
even scientologists know theres more to all of this
search the ruins for trapped doors, wonder what you're put here for
simple as a hint of gas climbing nostrils as you pass
making harvards graduates feel childish when they laugh at it
climb the rungs to kingdom come, sour patch to acid tongue
are you opposed to having fun? you clentch the world between your buns

you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world. you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.

your life is always the post of something else.. where is the present in the way that you present yourself? and it's discusting how little that you try, the existential equivalence of pink eye.
drink alone and watch tv youre expecting harmony,
statap your tune with silver spoons, and the loving pending doom.
guiding satans steady hand, forcing beatles to dispand.
it's ego freaks and drama queens, the young at heart know what I mean

you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world. you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
you could do better, better than that you're a fraud.
thank god you learned to keep your shirt on.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.

you burn so brightly, you burn so brightly in the dark
you burn so brightly, you burn so, you burn so.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world

you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
you could do better, better than that you're a fraud.
thank god you learned to keep your shirt on
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
we could do better, we could do better, we could be the greatest band in the world.

Never thought that I could feel
Such a slap in the face
Since my semester in New York
Where I drank it away
Social strategies are taught to bohemian crowds
And my love was like a food stamp, handing it out.
Oh!

So I fell in love with you,
All faint and grizzled and mature
You left me (gasp) naked, pining whining
On your bathroom floor
If it makes you jealous tells us sis
What boy we should adore
Well we talk about myself
So I don't mind that hes a bore

Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a Wal-Mart version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do

Mountain Man,
Brag about your band to me
You got me hot with all those snide remarks
About my poetry
But he gobbles up every single line about stars
And how they scar my slightly chubby arms
Like brightly lit cigars.

So now,
He's next to me
But I can feel you in my heart
You're everything,
You're everything he'll never be
Its misery,
But more specifically
I miss that day you spit on me.

Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a Wal-Mart version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do

Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a Wal-Mart version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do

He has no incline of your status of mind
Hes just a glow that i splattered behind
You and I are like Siamese twins
So let the sick sad game begin!

Now,
Your here again
And he will wonder where I've been
I'm giving in,
But in my own opinion
Its how to be
Though i can hear him singing,
"All this envy's killin me."
(Killing me)

Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a Wal-Mart version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do

Hes like a less cute version of you
But he'll have to do
Hes like a Wal-Mart version of you
But he'll have to do
He'll have to do.

Laid out, puking in the back of a fancy bar
You and your friends in the front booth
Laughing at my sweet naivety and its awkward gravity
Three years, saw the decimation of the world in you

Messiah complex led a fickle flu
To see its antidote and end in you
And now I'm gonna leave you

Eloise, Eloise, you never meant that much to me
Baby, please let go, my Eloise
Let it bleed, let it freeze and fall apart in front of me
My Eloise, you took the world from me

So beautiful, the ugliness within you
Last of three, baby of the family spoiled to bits
And rotten to the shining core of you and mad with power
I've seen corrupt, the leaders of the nation

Stricken with the sickly imitation of a love
The lord would never stitch
You've got my cake, it's time to dine on the rich

Eloise, Eloise, you never meant that much to me
Baby, please let go, my Eloise
Let it breed, let it freeze and fall apart in front of me
My Eloise, you took the world from me

Band-Aid, just a bloody Band-Aid
That's all I ever really was to you, Eloise
A soldier with a syndrome
The dreams of children's screams

You molded, you shaped
Like a god who loathed to create
Two Band-Aids, two infected Band-Aids

That's all we were to each other, Eloise
A couple of stupid kids, throwing a ball
Back and forth, to see who drops it first

Eloise, Eloise, you never meant that much to me
Baby, please let go, my Eloise
Let it bleed, let it freeze and fall apart in front of me
My Eloise, you took the world from me

You took the world from me
You took the world from me
You took the world from me
You took the world from me

here are babies with guns beheading their friends
in shopping malls around the world
yet somehow the kings of leon
still have time to write songs about girls
i don't suck much less
at least those dudes have no illusions of angst and hopelessness
and if i claim revolutionary or i give to charity
they'll all know it's a plea for someone like me
disgusted with lies and cut down by their own beatnik poetry
i'm just one man with no face and no friends
god in this dank brooklyn bar i can feel it again
it's eating me

wait a second- i can't write the same damn song over and over again

i can't define myself through irony and self deprecation
i can't deny myself being alive through my alienation
everything that you do keeps me running back to you
can't give up, live the dream even if i don't believe
but we can't afford to surrender

fake players and the twisted web they weave
i contend that the coming holocaust will be of those who choose to believe
in anything but a phallic sense of self
hang alone in the attic, tied up tightly with your father's belt

you bathe in blood like mister crowley
your cost, their loss. their memory haunts me
i stand opposed to chaos that you chose
new heart, new bones
am i not alone?

fake players are the ones who play the game

When I was eight years old
Before puberty took hold
I thought I'd end up beside a princess bride
And love was indivisible

Never mind how my taste reflects
A disturbing oedipal complex
It's not awkward girl
The compliments are coming next

You're no witch, you're no wench
You're like Bjork
With better fashion sense
So I phone 50 Cents

And I'm building up my confidence
Respect to your work
You're an artist, I'm a silly jerk
I think that dynamic could work
So work it

I have a total crush on you, baby
And I can't let it go, oh no
I have a total crush on you, baby
Baby, if only I could let you know

When we spoke, no joke
I started shedding slutty girls like snake skin
My collection acquired
Through shallow misdirection

And as I drive tonight
West Coast sky daring me to try
I feel alive tonight
The possibility that I'm your guy

Though I suffer from dyslexia
And mild manorexia
My hair cannot commit
To one popular genre of music

And though they all claim
That a girl can't take her boy's last name
Or end up divorced and estranged
I'm counting on you

I have a total crush on you, baby
And I can't let it go, oh no
I have a total crush on you, baby
Baby, if only I could

Your other suitors are no poets
They're only actors who can play guitar
Have I won your heart?

They're not students or screenwriters
They're only models that they taught to read
Love, would you agree?

I have a total crush on you, baby
And I can't let it go, oh no
I have a total crush on you, baby
Baby, if only I could

Quite sure you love me, Sherri
Quite sure I love you too
We'll each should make a verbal agreement
To only kiss each other

Because one time, beneath the sky
Outside my New York pigsty
I saw a vision of you and I

Ha ha

Did it hurt? Did it hurt?
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, girl?
Did it hurt? Did it hurt?
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, girl?

La dada dada da da
La dada da da
La dada dada da da
La dada da da

Don't you go leaving, baby, I'll find you
Tell all your secrets, no one will want you
It's for your own good, I know what's best for you
If you won't sleep with me, there'll be no rest for you

Until the day you're broke, until you drop and choke
I'll be the man, this much I know
Until the empire falls until you think it all

You gave your love to me and now you are my property
You sold your soul, you can't retrieve the love I stole
From you, it's true, deny with everything you do
You're my property, you're my property

Sell you into bondage, baby, I own you
You'll entertain all my friends
Dressed in the latest trendy frocks
You'll get a tattoo that I am your patriarch
It's your ambition, soon you will fear the dark
(Because I lurk in your bed)

Until the day you see that you mean nothing to me
Until the day I find someone to fall in line
Without a single sin, with adding opinion

You gave your love to me and now you are my property
You sold your soul, you can't retrieve the love I stole
From you, it's true, deny with everything you do
You're my property, you're my property

Baby, I know you got all those crazy, lofty goals
Going to art school and following your dreams
And what not, bla, bla, bla

Just throw it to the side
You know I can support us all on my own
And, worse case, I'll just have to sell some drugs
To my little brother's friends

If you do have to sell your body
Once or twice or seven times
It'll be worth it, and trust me
One day this'll all be a distant, distant dream
(Dream, dream)

Until the earth's removed or Daddy don't approve
Whatever happens first, depending on my mood

You gave your love to me and now you are my property
You sold your soul, you can't retrieve the love I stole
From you, it's true, deny with everything you do
You're my property, you're my property

You're my property

There's a cemetery deep below the sea
There is spaces reserved for fools like me
Tried to kill myself at least a dozen times
But nothing seemed to turn out right

Now I'd rather wait a half a century
Soiling the bed belligerently
Even when I go blind and lose my mind
Nothing seems to turn out right
Something's gotta turn out right

You're in my body
You're in my body
You're in my body
That's where I think about you

In my body
You're in my body
You're in my body
That's where I think about you

If you want, then when we die
We'll ascend to some place way up high
The gate will show you through
If they ask me, I'm with you

There's no one who imagines like you
You're convinced there's somewhere that we go to
Not a first class trip to the abyss
But tell me do you still feel this?
Tell me do you still feel this?

You're in my body
You're in my body
You're in my body
That's where I think about you

In my body
You're in my body
You're in my body
That's where I think about you

If you want, then when we die
We'll ascend to some place way up high
The gate will show you through
If they ask me, I'm with you

If I'm in that lake of fire
I will call your name as I expire
The last thing that I'll do is
I'll tell them I'm with you

Last cigarette, last Percocet
Now the noose will turn into a tourniquet
It's the death of me, it's the end of me
I won't let the poison take control of me

Last cigarette, last Percocet
Now the noose will turn into a tourniquet
It's the death of me, it's the end of me
Watch the kingdom burning down in front of me

If you want, then when we die
We'll ascend to some place way up high
The gate will show you through
If they ask me, I'm with you

And I'll face the one who made
My disgusting heart from a lump of clay
When he asks what got me through
When he asks me, it was you

Don't you go leaving
Baby, I'll find you
Tell all your secrets
No one will want you
It's for your own good
I know what's best for you
If you won't sleep with me
There'll be no rest for you

Until the day you're broke
Until you drop and choke
I'll be your man
This much I know
Until the empire falls
Until you think it all

You gave your love to me
And now you are my property
You sold your soul
You can't retrieve the love I stole
From you
It's true
Deny with every thing you do
You're my property
You're my property

Sell you into bondage
Baby, I own you
You'll entertain all my friends
Dressed in the latest trendy frocks
You better tattoo
That I am your patriarch
It's your ambition
Soon you will fear the dark

Cause I look in your bed
Until the day you see
That you mean nothing to me
Until the day I find
Someone to fall in line
Without a single sin
Without an opinion

You gave your love to me
And now you are my property
You sold your soul
You can't retrieve the love I stole
From you
It's true
Deny with every thing you do
You're my property
You're my property

"Baby, I know you've got all those crazy loft goals: Going to art school and following your dreams and whatnot. Blah blah blah, just throw it to the side. You know I can support us all on my own and worst case I'll just have to sell some drugs to my little brother's friends. If you do have to sell your body, once or twice or seven times, it'll be worth it. And trust me, one day my band is gonna make it. And this will all be just a distant distant dream.."

Until the earth's removed
Or daddy don't approve
Whatever happens first
Depending on my mood


You gave your love to me
And now you are my property
You sold your soul
You can't retrieve the love I stole
From you
It's true
Deny with every thing you do
You're my property
You're my property
You're my property
You're my property
Haha!

Let me guide you through the story of a boy and his curse
Hiding, Dining in his stroller with his first step chasing the hearse
You can add a cup that's halfway filled
Been looking forward to the day he pays that drinking bill
There's no peace there's no quiet on this earth
He can finally nestle tightly in that womb beneath the dirt
Hurt no more, and when he turned 24
He wrote a note to nail to god's front door that said:

I want death, Death for my birthday
I want death, death in the worst way
I want death, death for my birthday.
Don't get me wrong cause
I love life, but life has a boyfriend
And bless my soul, I'm out to destroy them
I want death, Death for my birthday
For my birthday

Found a highpaying job, and the love of his life
He rode a rollercoaster ride of lust on their wedding night
They made a baby in unmentionable ways
He was ungrateful as a man could be on that blessed day
And underneath he thought 'This is all a phase'
Just a blip in the existance of a structure, vast and Graced
Pray each night to his cross of a charm
for the one thing he couldn't afford, just to buy the farm

I want death, Death for my birthday
I want death, death in the worst way
I want death, death for my birthday.
Don't get me wrong cause
I love life, but life has a boyfriend
And bless my soul, I'm out to destroy them
I want death, Death for my birthday
For my birthday

Never lose another friend, again
Watch them start a war thats fought for ideals that are dead
Never have an arguement again
Because my dust will be your salt
My blood will hide, drink it up.
My heart will be your veal
And I won't write the cycle of the way it kills to think and feel, no more, no.

I want death, Death for my birthday
I want death, death in the worst way
I want death, death for my birthday.
Don't get me wrong cause
I love life, but life has a boyfriend
And bless my soul, I'm out to destroy them
I want death, Death for my birthday
For my birthday

One sweet day, his heart ceased to beat
he fell so fast beneath all our feet
Through bugs and snakes,
the last words he had to say were:
"Help me claw away to the surface
Oh sweet lord you know I deserve this
Just one more, just one more birthday..."

Don't care what you think. You think I care?
(You humans can't see why pretty music came to be.)
I see where you stand. I'm standing here,
(So count the fuse flaming with me. One. Two. Three.)
Yeah, you won't be stopping me yet.
Thought I was covered in sweat,
Fast asleep in the bed you wet.

I'm young. I'm dumb. I'm stung. You bet I'm in it.
You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.

Don't care what you think. You think I care.
(I'll call you Richard, if you will, you bag of swill.)
Define your spine; you're standing in line.
(Death is a crutch for me and mine. We're singing:)

Yeah, you think you know me so well.
Yeah, you think I'd purchase what you sell.
Yeah, pickled in your private hell,
I will scream and I will yell.

I'm young. I'm dumb. I'm stung. You bet I'm in it.
You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.

When I was ten years young, my douche best friend
Decided that I was just not cool enough for him.
My awkward frame and buck-tooth grin
Were no accoutrements for one with a new skin.
Well, late last week I saw that man.
He was far too high to grasp that I shook his hand.
I've got my pride and my rock band,
Singing words that he don't understand:
"Don't care what you think. You think I care?
I'm young. I'm dumb. I'm stung. You bet I'm in it.
You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby"

Young, Dumb, Stung."

Staring out the window of tour bus
And it's just the horny driver and us
We sit and trade wit and smoke and we cuss
Talking 'bout our friendly border drug bust

And I know the future's cloudy and gray
Record like mine, give up or go gay
You're looking down at me with blue and black eyes
Spitting down a storm from purple night skies

And I know the concept's muddy and tripe
That all that is large and all that is slight
Flowing in the stream of holy floodlights
I've read the holy books, lord knows they bite

If this is your will in my testament
I will bow to no belief that they've bent
Still I'm just a sperm begat from your love
Basking in the bread and the blood of one dove

Can I lie with you in your grave?

There's a crack in the of the edge of the end of the world
Where I will sit with my love and explore as we swirl
Eat us up, break us down to the tiniest cells
In a room with a view and a window to hell

In a room where the bodies will display what they've done
And march through museums that repel what they've done
Shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
We'll reluctantly let them in

So can I lie in your crack
In the of the edge of the end of the world?
Where I sit with my love and explore as we swirl
Eat us up, break down to the tiniest cells
In a room with a view to the window to hell

With those who bury bodies in the peril to fight
Will sit in ideas and regret what they've done
Shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
We'll reluctantly let them in

So can I lie in your grave?

In love with yourself
you first met on the rainy steps
where your conscience left
and in the acid rain
shot through your veins
the taste of your lips
and your fingertips bloodied and gripped

the courtship was short
i do report as your former confidante
the who you were leaning on
it was so hard for me
but not hard to see
how you could fall for yourself

after all, i loved you
after, after all, i loved you

i'd rather die
than let you chew upon my energy
i know you're no friend to me
after all you've done i'm free
and i can finally see
i'd rather die
than let you ever get away with this
you are the antithesis
narcissist, this kiss could be upon my own lips
i'd rather die

yesterday i caught myself
dreaming of the day we laying the flux of fate
in denial of
our sick and dying love
as those tiny suns die
in the onyx above

(my friends never liked you
now they truly hate you)

so jump in a polluted great lake
go fishing for snakes
you have no alibi
your bright and burning lie
you won't convince me the devil's a reasonable guy

cause he loves you
after, after all, he loves you

i'd rather die
than let you chew upon my energy
i know you're no friend to me
after all you've done i'm free
and i can finally see
i'd rather die
than let you ever get away with this
you are the antithesis
narcissist, this kiss could be upon my own lips
i'd rather die

(baby you'll be dying soon
deafened by a sonic boom
drowning, dying in the sea
sink beneath the brine for me
you will die and i will live
i have no more love to give
knowing all the wrong steps
to pull you from your sinking cage
baby you'll be dying soon
deafened by a sonic boom
drowning, dying in the sea
sink beneath the brine for me
you will die and i will live
i have no more love to give
knowing all the wrong steps
to pull you from your sinking end)

i'd rather die
than let you chew upon my energy
i know you're no friend to me
after all you've done i'm free
and i can finally see
i'd rather die
than let you ever get away with this
you are my antithesis
narcissist, this kiss could be upon my own lips

i'd rather die
i'd rather die
i'd rather die

Let me tell you about the love I have,
'Cause it's growing by the moment,
and I'd murder you to hold his hand.
See I don't even know this boy,
but I want him so bad.
Oh, so bad.
He's the singer of my favorite band.
If I cornered him and locked him in a closet,
he would understand.
Take me away from my boring life,
to his promised land.

And his song is stuck in my head.
His song is stuck in my head.
As long as he's not poor or dead,
then I always shall remember him.

He's not like the other guys I meet,
I'm sure he's always keen to listen,
and the words, he sings so sweet.
Like the Bible, not a fable,
he'd be willing to beat,
my ex-boyfriend up if they should ever meet.
And as I press repeat,
in the snow and sleet,
I do a lap around his block,
and as a swoon I'll keep,
my knife concealed 'til the dream is real,
and we share a suburban street.

And his song is stuck in my head.
His song is stuck in my head.
I will chain him tight onto my bed,
so I always shall remember him.

Lately, I've been wondering 'bout reverse psychology,
and all the negative crap that it implies.
Like that I want what I want when I want it,
Not when it's glimmering before my eyes.
Lately, I've been wondering 'bout complex biology,
like when a stork shows up on your roof,
to bring you a lovely love child,
bouncing boy, to spell out the truth.

His song is stuck in my head.
His song is stuck in my head.
I will fill his heart and soul with lead,
so I always shall remember him.

His song is stuck in my head.
His song is stuck in my head.
He will take my fire, and burn instead,
So I always shall remember him.

was i born to sink into this couch
and watch my whole world
bleed its purpose out?
around the insects
follow patterns to their deaths
while i waste my precious breath
on another second guess

i'm afraid
i'm afraid of sleeping
i'm afraid
i'm afraid of sleeping in
i feel so dead to the world
just tell me where do i begin
cause
i'm afraid
i'm afraid of breathing in

these nightmares are so weird
it's like i'm drowning at the bottom of a bottle of beer
that my father sips between the humorous quips
of the late night comedy news shows he frequents

and i wake up
with the devil in my sheets
i took to her shoulders
asking was it good for me

i'm afraid
i'm afraid of sleeping
i'm afraid
i'm afraid of sleeping in
i feel so dead to the world
just tell me where do i begin
cause
i'm afraid
i'm afraid of breathing in

if only i were present then
i could be the president!
if only i were present then
i could be the president!
yeah!

i'm afraid
i'm afraid of sleeping
i'm afraid
i'm afraid of sleeping in
i feel so dead to the world
just tell me where do i begin
cause
i'm afraid
i'm afraid of breathing in

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