about
Max's cover of an Andrew Jackson Jihad songs.
lyrics
I could go off the deep end,
I could kill all my best friends.
I could follow those stylish trends.
and god knows I can make amends.
But I've got an angry heart filled with cancer and poppy tarts.
If this is how you folks make art, its fucking depressing.
And its sad to know that we are not alone and its sad to know there's no honest way out.
I'm afraid to leave the house,
I'm as timid as a mouse.
I'm afraid if I go out I'll outwear my welcome.
I am not a courageous man.
I dont have any big, lasting plans.
I'm too cowardly to take a stand, I want to keep my nose clean.
And its sad to know that we are not alone in this, and its said to know there's no honest way out.
In this life we lead, we can conquer every thing, if we could just get the braves to get out of bed in the morning.
I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something quite unfriendly
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep
That's how I learned how to survive
And I gave a beer to a bum that was drinking
And I gave some sauce to my bestest friend for cooking
And I gave water to all who I thought were thirsty
That's how I learned how to survive
I gave my money to the bank for safe keeping
And I gave my money to my landlord, he was needing it
And I gave attention to the TV that was bleeding
That's how I learned how to survive
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun, fun
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
She's got to love nobody
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
She's got to love nobody
And we totally ripped off some chick named Lady Gaga
The greatest artist of our generation
And I showed you I could lie through my teeth
That's how we learned how to survive
And I give a thank you to my father for not raising me
And I give a finger to my step father for beating me
And I give props to myself for achieving
God damn, I'm glad that I survived
Holy shit, I am surprised I survived
And I just handed you a giant load of gibberish
And I give love to a lover quite deserving of it
And I give thanks to all of you for listening to the
Story of how we learned how to survive.
credits
from
...Are (The) Shit,
released July 31, 2010
Max Symmes - Lead Vocals, Programming
Alex Mattingly - Backing Vocals
Evan Ledesma - Nothing, because he couldn't sing "Poker Face" fast enough
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