Title: holy shit
Subtitle:
Artist: prove out
Album: unrecognized
Author: prove out
Copyright:
Tabled by: prove out
Instructions:
Notices:
Tempo: 100 BPM
Tracks: 5
Instruments:
Bars: 56

Lyric

I am oh so fascinated
I am oh so entertained
Standing here like a comedian
I repeat what I say again and again and again

Until the meaning has become an imitation of itself
An impression of an original defeats the fucking purpose
I don't know where this is going
But it's looking more and more like the same place where we started

Oh good God, holy shit
The joke's on us, not on them
Just kids pretending to be astronauts
Police officers, and firemen

And everybody's watching the lead singer in the band
The guitars explode into a drumbeat that's driving
It's pretty fucking boring
Oh, don't you think?

And of all the things we'd ask
Of all the ways we'd like for it to be
They're just drunken conversations
Song lyrics sung at the top of our lungs so desperately

Like I believe in a power that is of and by the people
I believe in an art that cannot be compromised
I believe that I will endure, and I will overcome
And I will sing it until I no longer remember the reason

What was that reason?

Oh good God, holy shit
The joke's on us, not on them
Just kids pretending to be astronauts
Police officers, and firemen