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Prepare To Be Wrong (10/04/2005)
10/04/2005
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I don't want this anymore
Don't wanna wanna give anymore
Don't wanna be...
Don't wanna be stuck here
I am...
We are not moving ahead

I don't want this anymore
Don't wanna wanna give anymore
Don't wanna be...
Don't wanna be stuck here
I am...
We are not moving ahead
We are not moving ahead

. . .


Taking up my time again,
The one thing I can't stand,
The coffee and the conversation never ends when
All I really need to find,
Is one short clever line,
To pinpoint my disgust it's always just too much or not enough,
And I'm overwhelmed.

So I'll keep it simple for obvious reasons,
And I'll say what I should and just hope you believe me,
But it never gets easier,
No it never gets easier,
No, no, no.

Sing it to myself again,
I can't hear a word you said,
The syllables, the sounds just aren't sentances and,
All I really want to do,
Is tear straight into you,
Explode, unload a hail of insults until you finally get it,
I'm sick to death.

But I'll keep it simple for obvious reasons, (I'll keep it simple)
And I'll say what I should and just hope you believe me, (Say what I should)
But it never gets easier,
No it never gets easier,
Oh no, no.

A strong distaste for confrontation,
Leaves no room for self expression,
Such a stranger in me so docile,
Though don't you know it all takes its toll...

But I'll keep it simple for obvious reasons, (I'll keept it simple)
And I'll say what I should and just hope you believe me, (Say what I should)
But it never gets easier,
Aw, it never gets easier,
Hell it never gets easier (all I really want to do),
Yeah it never gets easier (is tear straight into you),
Well it...

. . .


I'm tired.
Cynical and broken, but wiser.
Heavy with a sense of resentment,
but i used to be so much different,
I used to have so much faith
when I started.
You knew that I always meant it.
I knew I could make a difference,
I struggled to be heard
and then finally, one day people started listening.
and I knew it
but as soon as it began it was ruined.
A slow descent from unique to routine,
over and over,
"just do it again and this time with feeling".
The spotlight.
The focus on the friends and the feelings.
That made those stupid songs all worth singing.
And don't you say a word
unless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed.
So we drove
for what seemed like days
over roads
and four lane highways.
We said all we had to say
and I realized in time that it didn't mean anything.
Never,
not ever again.
Not like that.
"It's only a matter of time"

. . .


Tearing out all these open pages,
Women and kids of all ages,
Millions of men with blank faces,
Italicised lies, headlines, bold type

Living lost just like deer in headlights,
Terrified, blind, and wait to die,
I wonder when they'll come get me,
I wonder when they'll come get me:

We want to, have to, need to:
And we'll tell you when their hungry again,
And we'll tell you when their hungry again,
It never ends, never ends:
We want to, have to, need to:
And we'll tell you when their hungry again,
And we'll tell you when their hungry again,
It never ends, never ends, never ends:

Big shot screaming, "Put your hands in the sky,"
He says, "Give it up boy, give it up or your gonna die,
You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck,
In the back of the neck right between the eyes."
Big shot screaming, "Put your hands in the sky,"
He says, "Give it up boy, give it up or your gonna die,
You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck,
In the back of the neck right between the eyes."

Big shot screaming, "Put your hands in the sky,"
He says, "Give it up boy, give it up or your gonna die,
You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck,
In the back of the neck right between the eyes."
Big shot screaming, "Put your hands in the sky," (Tearing out all these open pages)
He says, "Give it up boy, give it up or your gonna die, (Women and kids of all ages)
You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck, (Millions of men with blank faces)
In the back of the neck right between the eyes." (Italicised lies, headlines, bold:)
Tearing out all these open pages,
Women and kids of all ages,
Millions of men with blank faces,
Italicised lies, headlines, bold type

. . .


So Later that year, the bodies came home,
To Dover wrapped in flags and lined up in rows,
With no one to see and no one to know,
They had to keep morale from getting low:

And the voice inside my head just repeating,
"This is not the way we were told that it was going to be:
This is not the way we were told that it was going to be:"

(And we know who's to blame)
(And we know who's to blame)
(And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all,
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all,
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all,
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all,
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all,
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all,
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all,
We did the math, it wasn't worth it after all, (And we know who's to blame)
We did the math
We did the math (And we know who's to blame)
(And we know who's to blame)

. . .


Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

I've learned to hate others
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's then we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And except it all bravely
With God on my side

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

But now we got weapons
Of chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
That if God's on our side
He'll stop the next war

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