Roosevelt Room Lyrics - Outer South - Conor Oberst

Hey there, son of Adam 

Hey there, daughter of Eve 

Help me sing this tear gas riot song 

For some fresh faced police 

They won't even know what hit them 

When they lift their Roman shades 

And the people's sun comes pouring in 

On a brand new day 

You who dammed the river 

You who changed our mountain's name 

First we want Denali back 

Then we're taking over Washington State 

You get death as a consolation 

You know only hate and rage 

You paid a dowry for your child bride 

And now she's living like a slave 

A prayer came down the wire 

It was all in the enemy's code 

You couldn't figure out what mercy meant 

So you did like you were told 

When they finally sent the doctors 

Once the fireball went out 

There was nothing left but the cockroaches 

And a movie with no sound 

What good? What good are you 

With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room? 

What good? What good are you 

With your cynical plague and your Arlington tomb? 

Go ask Hunter Thompson 

Go ask Hemingway's ghost 

It all catches up with you 

Once you get just a little too old 

Take a hard look in the mirror 

It's a thing that you cannot see 

Your shadow's long but the day is young 

It just wasn't meant to be 

There's no blankets for the winter 

There's no oil in the lamp 

And I'd like to write my congressman 

But I can't afford the stamp 

You want me to pay my taxes 

So you can propagate your lie 

While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans 

Looking like they're gonna die 

You who quote the legends 

You who poisoned all of my dreams 

You who pinned all of the medals on 

All those boys from Omaha Beach 

Hope you haven't got too lazy 

I know you like your apple pie 

Because the working poor you've been pissing on 

Are doing double shifts tonight 

What good? What good are you 

With your cynical plague and your Arlington tomb? 

What good? What good are you 

With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?