[untitled] Lyrics - Lawrence Arms

it's burning and it's burning, it's burning, 

a fire inside that i just don't believe 

some call it anger, some say frustration 

but i think i call this big greed 

this time the circus has left without us 

and we could run away 

the french is the center now, 

hey boys that's great 

when i woke up in hawthorne, 

i took ocean down to the fairground to see everyone 

so beautiful that i drown in the waves of the haircuts 

spin kicks and jumps 

well i got my bottled water and my nachos, 

it came in under twenty bucks 

i got this bad taste in the back of my mouth 

from my time on the back of a bus 

this summer vacation, it's cheap and it's true 

it's ideals are intact, it's the best we can do 

this time you turn into your own enemy 

not sell outs but dictated economies 

(whoo!) 

these thieves, these thieves in their flip-flops and bro attitudes 

are the very reason we do what we do 

when i say fuck the man, it's what i believe 

no matter who that man happens to be. 

no matter who that man happens to be. 

this kevin or that one, it all seems the same 

exploit the avenues, fix all the gains 

maybe they'll buy everything that you sell 

but i'm outside these fences, 

rolling fast down that hill... 

for your empty tale 

mother fucker!