Lets Not Shit Ourselves Lyrics - Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground - Bright Eyes

Here we go 

Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? 

Tonight, it is a goddamn song 

For all you goddamn people 

Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness 

A baby cries hard in an apartment complex 

As I pass in a car buried under the influence 

The city's driving me out of my mind 

Ive seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity 

He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree 

And lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity 

Next time he will not aim so high, yeah, next time neither will I 

Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges 

Her familys reduced to names on a shoppin' list 

While a coroner kneels beneath a great wooden crucifix 

He knows there's worse things than bein' alone 

And so Ive learned to retreat at the first sign of danger 

I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? 

An ambition, Ive found, can lead only to failure 

I do not read the reviews, no, I am not singin' for you 

Well, I stood droppin' a coin into the pit of a well 

And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help 

With all these wishes I make, I should buy somethin' real 

At least a telephone call home 

Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall memory 

All those multiple choices I answered so quickly 

And got my grades back and forgot just as easily 

But at least I got an A and so I don't have them to blame 

Well, I should stop pointing fingers, reserve my judgment 

Of all those public action figures, the cowboy presidents 

So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit 

When they've made a mistake 

While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen 

He knows he don't have to say it, so it, it don't bother him 

'Honesty, accuracy is just popular opinion 

And the approval rating's high and so someone's gonna die 

Well, ABC, NBC, CBS, bullshit 

They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split 

And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment 

We're still the pawns in their game 

As they take eye for an eye until no one can see 

We must stumble blindly forward, repeatin' history 

Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan on that fast food marquee 

Red-blooded, white-skinned, oh and the Blues, oh and the Blues 

I got the Blues, that's me, that's me 

Well, I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes were all tangled 

Weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital 

And my father was there in a chair by the window 

Starin' so far away 

I tried talking, just whispered, "So sorry, so selfish" 

He stopped me and said, "Child, I love you regardless 

And there is nothing you could do that would ever change this 

I'm not angry, it happens, but you just can't do it again" 

And so now I try to keep up, Ive been exchangin' my currency 

While a million objects pass through my periphery 

Now Im rubbin' my eyes 'cause theyre startin' to bother me 

Ive been starin' too long at the screen 

But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? 

It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody 

How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery 

To love and to be loved, let's just hope that is enough