Hoodies And Hoods

Words leave me dry,

like swords leave my dying

i thought i knew you

i thought i knew you

so the sewer and the sky make the same sound

so i wonder where the wind comes from and what it whips around

i've gotta shatter these inadequacies

i'm down so low the devils on the level with me

and bearing arms to a chorus of car alarms

he's making good with a nation of hoodies and hoods

and all the worldwide sneers who got to you?

and all the satisfied who got to you?

and all the radiohead who got to you?

who broke the ranks, who pushed past and made it through?

and your convictions have all been abandoned

we're tv tired and we know you had a hand in it

and it's a posttraumatic world on the consciousness lip

i'm sick of this shit; i'm waking from the sleep tip

so the sewer and the sky make the same sound

so i wonder where the wind comes from and what it whips around

i've gotta shatter these inadequacies

i'm down so low the devils on the level with me

and bearing arms to a chorus of car alarms

he's making good with a nation of hoodies and hoods

you cannot save alternative radio

you cannot save prime time tv

my parent's split up, so now i'm fucked up

but when i snap my fingers you won't remember a thing anymore…

but now being hateful is so fucking fashionable

keep pointing fingers at anyone imaginable

keep eating caviar off vanity plates and say what you wanna say

keep bringing yesterday's future today

i've gotta shatter these inadequacies

i'm down so low the devils on the level with me

and bearing arms to a chorus of car alarms

he's making good with a nation of hoodies and hoods

you cannot save alternative radio

you cannot save prime time tv

my parent's split up, so now i'm fucked up

but when i snap my fingers you won't remember a thing anymore…