Rhododendron Lyrics - Bloc Party

On the hottest night of the year 

Lying in a patch of rouge rhododendrons 

A bottle of whisky under my arm 

Trying to count a sky full of stars 

I dream of order, I dream of fleets 

Of Napoleon in aquamarine 

He said "Linus put that blanket down 

You've slammed your door too many times" 

He said "Linus put that blanket down 

The world won't wait" 

Boy, what you gonna do with your life? 

When I was your age, I was commanding fleets 

When I was your age, I was soaked in victory 

And now you can't keep a job and you can't keep a wife 

What a horrible mess you're gonna make of your life 

Watched way too many American films 

To be John Wayne, Brando or James Dean 

Waiting so long for your wrists to get thick 

Waiting so long for the next great party 

So many questions, so little to say 

You don't need these weights 

Boy, what you gonna do with your life? 

So you want to be an artist, want to be a singer 

Want to be remembered for what you could create 

So you want to be a cowboy, ride into the distance 

Never have to listen or answer to anyone 

So you want to be a boxer, surviving on your instincts 

Relying on your fists and the quickness of your wit 

Are you bigger than these buildings and the grey around you? 

Is your pain more worthy than everybody else? 

Drunk again in the rhododendrons