American Shame by The Ready Aim Fire! Lyrics
It gets old hiding out
In the faceless, godless South
In this American nuclear town
Inside the devil’s mouth
It gets old being blessed
With a love so under-dressed
Wearing nothing but bulletproof vests
‘Cause ‘round here, they just aim for the chest
But we got what we want
This mirrored house to haunt
A set of chemical bumper-car thoughts
The blood that never clots
And we got what we hate
That slow sinking parade
That aching glacial change
Oh, and this impossible wait
Oh
If I could fuck my way to the top, I would
Or I think I could if I thought I should
But we fucked our way to the bottom, and that’s just as good
So we were screaming at each other to make great art
Or mediocre art, or get jobs selling cars
But then the screaming stops, and the real hell starts
Oh
And before it could catch up to me, it got you
And before we knew there were three, there were two, oh
And we were back at the hospital staring at our fists
Back where we started, sleeping in shifts
With the cake-bearing cosmos apologists
And that’s a goddamn shame
Shit, I don’t know what to say
That’s a goddamn shame
Shit, I don’t know
Goddamn, it’s colder than hell. I guess we got turned around
‘Cause setting fire to ourselves just set fire to the house
And the fans wanna know as the roof comes down
“If you weren’t scared of death, how do you feel about it now?”
Well, we can’t look at each other, we can’t look in the mirror
At the crater that’s left of our train wreck year
Now that the tracks cut out and the floor disappears
Well, there's nothing left to say, but there's plenty left to fear
And it came back to me, when I was seventeen
When I was ripping out the wires I thought made me weak
But the best-laid plans get fucked by people like me
Oh, but this time, it’s worse, oh, this atheist grief
And you were staring at your hands like it was you in your veins
And I knew, right then, this American shame
And I knew, right then, this infinite maze
And I knew there was no one else to blame
And that’s a goddamn shame
Shit, I don’t know what to say
That’s a goddamn shame
Shit, I don’t know
No, I can’t stop drinking
I can’t stop drinking
I can’t stop thinking about names
Oh
In the faceless, godless South
In this American nuclear town
Inside the devil’s mouth
It gets old being blessed
With a love so under-dressed
Wearing nothing but bulletproof vests
‘Cause ‘round here, they just aim for the chest
But we got what we want
This mirrored house to haunt
A set of chemical bumper-car thoughts
The blood that never clots
And we got what we hate
That slow sinking parade
That aching glacial change
Oh, and this impossible wait
Oh
If I could fuck my way to the top, I would
Or I think I could if I thought I should
But we fucked our way to the bottom, and that’s just as good
So we were screaming at each other to make great art
Or mediocre art, or get jobs selling cars
But then the screaming stops, and the real hell starts
Oh
And before it could catch up to me, it got you
And before we knew there were three, there were two, oh
And we were back at the hospital staring at our fists
Back where we started, sleeping in shifts
With the cake-bearing cosmos apologists
And that’s a goddamn shame
Shit, I don’t know what to say
That’s a goddamn shame
Shit, I don’t know
Goddamn, it’s colder than hell. I guess we got turned around
‘Cause setting fire to ourselves just set fire to the house
And the fans wanna know as the roof comes down
“If you weren’t scared of death, how do you feel about it now?”
Well, we can’t look at each other, we can’t look in the mirror
At the crater that’s left of our train wreck year
Now that the tracks cut out and the floor disappears
Well, there's nothing left to say, but there's plenty left to fear
And it came back to me, when I was seventeen
When I was ripping out the wires I thought made me weak
But the best-laid plans get fucked by people like me
Oh, but this time, it’s worse, oh, this atheist grief
And you were staring at your hands like it was you in your veins
And I knew, right then, this American shame
And I knew, right then, this infinite maze
And I knew there was no one else to blame
And that’s a goddamn shame
Shit, I don’t know what to say
That’s a goddamn shame
Shit, I don’t know
No, I can’t stop drinking
I can’t stop drinking
I can’t stop thinking about names
Oh