The Auteurs - Idiot Brother sanat lyrics

I find my comfort in chaos
I'll fall asleep in a seance
Don't wear my makeup for men
No, I just love corporations
Want them to take all my money
Burn the ocean to sand
I'll take a big fucking sip
So hot I'll turn it to glass
 
You've got your money and your fast cars
You're not a god, you're just another fukstar
You've got your money and your fast cars
You're not a god, you're just another fukstar
 
We waste our days sleeping in
Swim in this sinking feeling
Don't wake me up, baby
It's so much safer dreaming
We waste our days sleeping in
And while you sit with us out of view
Just know that gods can die too
 
I think that someone fell asleep at the wheel
We're going off-course and I can't help but feel
That if I pissed on your church
And set fire to the steeple
You praying fuckers wouldn't notice
What is wrong with you people? Ah
 
You've got your money and your fast cars
You're not a god, you're just another fukstar
You've got your money and your fast cars
You're not a god, you're just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
 
We waste our days with thinking
Just think what we could do
If we put our faith in chaos
Baby, we're born to lose
It's gone dark on the ceiling
Look, all the stars are leaving
It's gone dark on the ceiling
Look, all the stars are leaving
 
F-U-K-star, live large, die hard
F-U-K-star, live large, die hard
F-U-K-star, live large, die hard
F-U-K-star, live large, die hard
 
Just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
Just another fuk—
Just another fukstar
Just another fukstar
 

Are you ready?
 
We're in a messed up situation
A messed up situation
I've got a chest so tight it's caged my lungs
Even Houdini couldn't get out of this one
I'm reeling by the day
Can't seem to make sense of this place
I call my head
Better get the fuck out of my way
 
We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)
And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro
It's been sixteen weeks
Can't swallow this
Hard medicine
 
Hey, hey, bring out your dead
Wash off the life and go back to bed
Chlorine, chlorine in my dreams
Chlorine you're my everything
Ladies and gentlemen what we are now experiencing is known as the tipping point
The world feels faster when you're falling and the city's brighter when it's burning
 
We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)
And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro
It's been sixteen weeks
Can't swallow this
Hard medicine
 
Dress me up and wipe me clean
Shadows always cling to me
Paper bodies in the streets
They came unplugged from the big machine
Lovers lost to the beast that feeds
Giving birth to insanity
Burning cities in my dreams
I've come unplugged from the big machine
 
There's blood, there's blood
Strike your matches till they're used up
This is too big for us to topple
Bring wood and oil
There's blood, there's blood
Strike your matches till they're used up
This is too big for us to topple
Bring wood and oil
 
Hey hey, bring out your dead
Wash off the life and go back to bed
Hey hey, bring out your dead
Wash off the life and go back to bed
 
We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)
And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro
It's been sixteen weeks
Can't swallow this
Hard medicine
 
Dress me up and wipe me clean
Shadows always cling to me
Paper bodies in the streets
They came unplugged from the big machine
Lovers lost to the beast that feeds
Giving birth to insanity
Burning cities in my dreams
I've come unplugged from the big machine
 

'Yeah, well, at least I'm not ugly.'
'Yes you are. And you're boring. And you're totally ordinary. And you know it.'
 
'Tonight I present to congress six six six great goals.'
 
'Oh, God.'
 
'The main challenge in our time is for men to learn to live together in peace and harmony.'
 
'Our children that will be born this year will come of age in the twenty-first century...
What kind of society... What kind of world... Are we building for them?'
 
'Jesus fucking christ...'
'Yeah...'
'What did we learn, Palmer?'
'I don't know, sir.'
'I don't fucking know either.
I guess we learned not to do it again.'
'Yes, sir.'
'But I'm fucked if I know what we did...'
'Yes, sir, it's, uh... Hard to say.'
'Jesus fucking christ...'
 

Know my dog anywhere I hear him bark
Well I know my rider
If I see her in the dark
Well I'd know my dog anywhere I hear him bark
Well, I'd know my rider if I see her in the dark
Ain't it cold for you, mother when you say you don't love me?
Well that's alright woman, you gonna need my help someday
You didn't say you didn't love me, when you were stretched out across my bed
You're drinkin' moonshine
Whisky and talking all outta your head
Ain't but two kinda people in this world that I can't stand
That's a lying woman and a cheatin', knockin' man
Well, I feel like slapping my pistol in your face
I'm gonna let the graveyard be your resting place
Well I'd know my dog anywhere I hear him bark
Well, I'd know my rider if I see her in the dark