Brand New Tune by Matthew Good Band Lyrics

You know it don't matter anymore
Well you got your hands over your ears, no one knocking at your door
Hello, hello

Bought a new dress for the Statue of Liberty
Woke her up to the renaissance of mindless possibility
She says "hello, hello"

Bright lights, big big city
She is coming to you like a whore from the Old Book
Me and my old man we sit on our hands
And we hear but we don't look

And in here we're still waiting
In here, everybody sounds the same
In here I am just a colour
Black; what's for your cover, baby
I'll cut you like no other
And I will

You know it don't matter anymore
Well you got that look on your face, no one around here keeping score
Hello, hello
Had something to say it didn't matter at the time
Came up with two words both of which don't rhyme
But they're the same no matter where you go
No matter where you go

Bright lights, big big city
She is coming to you like a whore from the Old Book
Me and my old man, we sit on our hands
And we hear but we don't look

And I feel fine
And I feel better than I have in years
And I don't mind
No not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all

(Unintelligible)

And in here we're still waiting
In here, everybody sounds the same
In here I am just a colour
Black; what's for your cover, baby
I'll cut you like no other
And I will
In here we're still waiting
In here, everybody sounds the same
In here I am just a colour
Black; what's for your cover, baby
I'll cut you like no other
And I will