Less Than Jake - Anthem lyrics
- Welcome To The New South
- Ghosts Of You And Me
- Look What Happened The Last Time
- The Science Of Selling Yourself Short
- Short Fuse Burning
- Motown Never Sounded So Good
- The Upwards War And Downwards Cycle
- Escape From the A-Bomb House
- Best Wishes To Your Black Lung
- She's Gonna Break Soon
- Thats Why They Call It A Union
- Plastic Cup Politics
- The Brightest Bulb Has Burned Out/Screws Fall Out
- Surrender
Welcome To The New South
Welcome home outcasts because I know how you have felt over the years.
The truth is that looking at me is like looking in the mirror.
And I know how it feels to be the best part of a running joke,
To all of your friends.
And to be on the edge of your bed,
With your head buried in your hands.
Wishing that everything would end.
Yeah, I know how it feels to be the lonliest.
Welcome back outcasts because I told myself that it would be alright.
Probably about a million times over every minute of all of my life.
I know how it feels to be so confused that you're so far out of control...
And to be on the edge of your bed,
With your head buried in your hands.
Wishing that everything would end,
I know how it feels to be the lonliest.
So you sit and wait for a sign...
That the coming days will be alright,
And you drink so you can forget another night.
Bruised from the blackouts and your red eyes,
Try to start looking for the brighter side.
Yeah, wait for a sign... wait for a sign... wait for a sign...
Welcome home, everything will be alright...
Welcome home outcasts because I know just how you felt over the years.
The truth is that looking at me is like looking in the mirror.
And I know how it feels to be the best part of a running joke,
All of your life.
Welcome home...
Outcasts welcome home.
Outcasts welcome home.
Outcasts welcome home.
Welcome home...
Ghosts Of You And Me
I've been down
wandering past 2nd street
and looking at the ghosts
of you and me and thinking back on
all those memories of how we used to be
I've been hearing
hear those voices
of the noises of the breaking glass
and all those plans we had to get us through
they're never coming true
And I hope and hope
that you won't forget
and I hope you, hope you know
that I can clearly see
The ghosts of you and me
'cause I'm just a long-gone memory
and you're still alive
and I'm still getting by
on these dead end streets
the ghosts of you and me
I'm still talking
talk of what we'll do
to the ghosts of me and you
and I'm still looking back into the past
when we were all we had
And I hope and hope
that you won't forget
and I hope you, hope you know
that I can clearly see
[Chorus]
the ghosts of you and me [x2]
Hope you won't forget
hope you know that I'll always regret
those things I said
hope you know that I can clearly see
[Chorus]
the ghosts of you and me [x3]
Yeah
Look What Happened The Last Time
And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try
and we'll walk in circles around this whole block
walk on the cracks on the same old sidewalks
and we'll talk about leaving town
yeah we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time I swear it's my last try
We rode across that bridge all night
we talked our way through city lights
traced all the lines we're killing time
under those buzzing signs
from downtown to anywhere but here
tonight yeah I swear to these rooftops
and just hoped that car would never stop
we drove around this place all night
past closed signs and familiar sights
we're moving by passing time
counting those center lines
with 20,000 lines left to go
that lead to somewhere I don't know
it might be the time tha twe leave this all behind
there's been a few times
that we thought it felt right
to take all the westbound signs
and just leave town tonight
The Science Of Selling Yourself Short
I've come to my senses that I've become senseless
I could give you lessons how to ruin your friendships
Every last conviction I've smoked them all away
I've drank my frustrations, down the drain, out of the way
So I sit and wait and wonder, does anyone else feel like me
Someone so tired of their routines and disappearing self esteem
I'll sing along with every emergency
Just sing along "I'm the king of catastrophes"
I'm so far gone that deep down inside I think
It's fine by me, I'm my own worst enemy
I could be an expert on codependency
I could write the best book on underage tragedy
I've been spending my time at the local liquor store
I've been sleeping nightly on my best friend's kitchen floor
So I sit and wait and wonder does anyone else feel like me
I'm so overdosed on apathy and burnt out on sympathy
I'll sing along with every emergency
Just sing along "I'm the king of catastrophes"
I'm so far gone that deep down inside I think
It's fine by me, I'm my own worst enemy
Let the meanings slip away
Lost my faith in another day
Self-deprecation seems okay
I never thought I'd make it anyway
I'll sing along with every emergency
Just sing along "I'm the king of catastrophes"
I'm so far gone that deep down inside I think
It's fine by me, I'm my own worst enemy
That I'm my own worst enemy
That I'm my own worst enemy
That I'm my own worst enemy
That I'm my own worst enemy
Short Fuse Burning
These are all reasons why
I'll be exploding tonight
and why this chip on my shoulder
feels like a mile wide
it's from the overwork
overtime compromise
[Chorus:]
So I'm looking tonight
for some peace of mind
maybe then I'll find
Some strength inside
'cause I've lost any hope of ever changing
I'm a short fuse burning [x2]
And remember who I
who I used to be
Because this one-trick pony's
so strung on routine
yeah, stuck on repeat
like you wouldn't even believe
[Chorus]
Hey, everybody don't forget me
Forget me
Hey, everybody don't forget me
I forgot who I used to be
And I'm a short fuse burning
I'm so close to exploding
So everybody don't forget me
I forgot who I used to be
[Chorus]
Hey, everybody don't forget me
Forget me
Hey, everybody don't forget me
I forgot who I used to be
And I'm a short fuse burning
I'm so close to exploding
Hey, everybody don't forget me
I forgot who I used to be
Motown Never Sounded So Good
[Roger:]
So you say, all your white flags are up and that you've had enough and that you were tired of collecting dust, you say everything always looks the same and you made your brand new face to match your brand new place, you say all your distress calls have gone out and your ship is going down
[Pre-chorus]
[Chris:]
Well I say it to myself all the time,
"Stop living half and a life and stop feeling like I'm half alive."
[Chorus]
[Roger:]
I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied, I've wasted my time with this daily grind, in single file line, is this real life, I've been telling myself sometimes, what matters is on the inside.
[Roger:]
Do you remember when we had all the answers, and can you really remember when we wished for anything better, just to feel like it's been forever, does it feel like a broken record, a head full of yesterdays, you keep wishing your life away, you can't keep looking over you own shoulder, things'll never look up unless you start to move forward.
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2]
[Roger:]
I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied, I've wasted my time with this daily grind, I can't get enough, I'm just getting by, I can't stand this design for our bitter lives, I keep feeling lost and I'm not satisfied with traffic and turnpikes and these tired eyes
[Chorus]
The Upwards War And Downwards Cycle
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
My friends aren't going anywhere
My friends all act so unaware
Now that they have to face
Their best plans have all gone up in flames
They're just looking for something to take
To break up the day to day and all its
Loneliness, vacant space
The tragedy of minimum wage
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
My friends are worried about last calls
And working jobs at shopping malls
Because they're in between
A mixed up pride and apathy
So tonight they'll talk of call in
Calling in with bitter grins
Laughing at the state they're in
What a mess, I'm just like them
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
So they're sleep walking their way through life
Sitting there and getting by
Like all the other friends of mine
Wishing for something more
Wishing for something more
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
Escape From the A-Bomb House
Dear Mom and Dad,
I've been making plans
To leave this house and yes I'm sure
So lock the door, and turn the front porch lights out
After all the endless fights
The who's been wrong and who's been right
We just never saw eye to eye
So there's no need to apologize
Don't wait up, I'll be fine
If you could see inside my head
Maybe you could understand
That I'm better off
I'm better off gone
Dear Mom and Dad,
I've been making plans
To leave your house and yes I'm sure
That nothing's wrong, so just be strong on my way out
After all the endless nights
The who's been wrong and who's been right
We just never saw eye to eye
So there's no need to apologize
Don't wait up, I'll be fine
If you could see inside my head
Maybe you could understand
That I'm better off gone
I'm better off gone 'cause we don't see eye to eye
Best Wishes To Your Black Lung
By this time tomorrow
You’ll be out on the streets of Chicago
Walking all the way home from commuter trains
By this time tomorrow
You’ll be back at home in Chicago
At the bars until they close
Back at places that you’ve known and
It’ll be skylines and rooftops
And it’s gonna be crowded tourist stops
So it’s goodbye
To your brand new life
So it’s good luck
Best wishes to your black lung
By this time tomorrow
You’ll be walking home thru Chicago
Past the nine to five crowds underneath
Those unused fire escapes
By this time tomorrow
You’ll be at the bars in Chicago
Back with people that you know
Going places you used to go
It’s gonna be skylines and rooftops
And it’s gonna be crowded tourist stops
So it’s goodbye
To your brand new life
So it’s good luck
Best wishes to your black lung
So when you’re leaving the party just to beat the crowd
Just make sure that you’re the first one out
She's Gonna Break Soon
She’s gonna break soon (x6)
With so many problems in her life
It really comes as no surprise
She’s gonna break soon (x2)
She’s gonna break
Welcome to her busy, dizzy life
Of going out and getting high
And following all the latest trends
While shedding all her oldest friends
It’s been weeks worth of weekend
When fake ID’s and fake passions
Are her best friends
She’s gonna break soon (x6)
With so many problems in her life
It really comes as no surprise
She’s gonna break soon (x2)
She’s gonna break
She’s been thinking, wishing she could hide
From the girls with the comments passing by
It’s the boys and bars on Friday night
That replace the emptiness inside
She’ll be spending her whole weekend
Faking laughs and faking smiles
With her fake friends
She’s gonna break soon (x6)
With so many problems in her life
It just comes as no surprise
She’s gonna break soon (x2)
She’s gonna break (x2)
The promises you made back home
Are crumbled like the goodbye notes
And last night’s dirty clothes
Are on the floor next to the phone
It’s been disconnected months ago
No calls from your friends back home
You lost your point of view
Now it’s got the best of you
She’s gonna break soon (x6)
With so many problems in her life
It just comes as no surprise
She’s gonna break soon
gonna break soon
She’s gonna break
yer,yer,yer
break soon,
gonna break soon,
she's gonna break soon
break soon,
gonna break soon,
she's gonna break soon
yeah, yeah, yeah,
she's gonna break YEAHH
she's gonna break YEAHH
with so many problems in her life
it just comes as no suprise
shes gonna break
Thats Why They Call It A Union
There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm inside
And it won't go away
That's why they call it a union
That's why they call it a union
So both of you please forgive me tonight
That's why they call it a union
So please forgive me tonight
I remember him turning around
He said, "Son, I'll be leaving now,
I can't be the person that you want me to be
And then she said, "So things aew finally ending now,
I knew you'd be walking out,
You can't be the person that you want me to be."
3 years of all the arguments
3 years of all this silence
Has been enough to last me a lifetime
3 years of all the arguments
3 years of all this pain
That's why they call it a union
That's why they call it a union
So both of you please forgive me tonight
That's why they call it a union
So please forgive me tonight
I can't look at the pictures anymore
Because i know how it's run its course
And i know hoe the story ends
I know it ends
There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm inside,
And another fight tonight
There's a black cloud over this house
That's been around for 3 years now
There's a thunderstorm tonight
And it won't go away, no it won't go away
Plastic Cup Politics
Hello six pack of confidence
Been so many nights since we first met
Glad to see you’ve brought all your friends
For another night of plastic cup politics
Hello Mr. Six Pack of confidence
I’m glad to see you’ve already met
Ms. Twelve ounces of loneliness
And Mr. Plastic cup politics
I see you’re under the influence
Of warm beer and the comfort of all your friends
And I see that Mr. Loud Mouth has had his 40 ounce
And will pass out
I have no doubt
So drop your plastic cups and clear your clouded heads
I keep asking myself if they realize
That their fears are really just the same as mine
Do you know all your insecurities
Are the same ones that are inside of me
As people come and go
Do they know they’re really not alone?
And the life of the party just left
I guess I couldn’t cure his emptiness
Like all the rest
So drop your plastic cups and clear your clouded heads
Here we are, another wasted night
And I am right along the side
Of forty sets of bloodshot eyes
And plastic smiles miles wide
Match plastic cups we’ll leave behind
It’s just another night of plastic cup politics
So drop your empty cups and clear your clouded heads
The Brightest Bulb Has Burned Out/Screws Fall Out
You told me that your 20 years have gone by much too fast
And you've been hoping this year will be better than the last
You said you've been waging a war against the loneliest of nights
With the strongest drinks and longest lines
It's not that big of a surprise
That you're feeling more dead than alive
You're feeling more dead than alive
So I'll let you know
If you need, somewhere to go
I'll be listening when you call
And I'll be there if you fall off
If you need someone to believe in you,
I'll let you know I will
You said the hole in your head has gotten bigger than the hole that's in your chest
And you're stuck between the past and the present tense
You said you've been waging a war against so many years of lies
With stronger drinks and stronger lines
It's not that big a surprise
That you're feeling more dead than alive
You're feeling more dead than alive
So I'll let you know
If you need, somewhere to go
I'll be listening when you call
And I'll be there if you fall off
If you need someone to believe in,
I'll let you know I will
Surrender
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you.
She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch."
Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things."
"Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines."
Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war.
But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year?
Ev'ry time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?
When I woke up, Mom and Dad are rolling on the couch.
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Away.
Away.