The Song Fight Bulletin Board

C - muh fuggin - rude
by K - muh fuggin - weep

let's go to vegas
and give away all of the money we've saved
we'll justify it
by drinkin' free whiskey and stuffin' our face at a buffet

we're so cool
we're so nice

let's go to paris
and see that damn tower we saw on the strip
we'll eat us some real french fries
and drink some true bourbon and find that da vinci code shit

we're so cool
we're so nice

*no, we're rude
we're crude
'cause we're american
no, we're nice
we're cool

yeah, we're rude
we're crude
'cause we're american
no, we're nice
we're cool

we're american
we're american

we're so cool
we're so nice
we want you
to be like us

*chorus

we're american
don't you want to be us
we're american
we have no conscience

flypaper orchestra

When I was king of the sky
I drove the birds out of their trees.
I chased them over their homes.
They made wind with their wings.
And the cracks of flight hit so loud.

When I headed home
after the night that I roamed
I slept on a mattress of lowered heads.
Soon my blood grew thicker than blood should be.
My eyes became wide as the maple tree.

Someday, too, branches will break and kings will fall.
Heads will lift and eyes will drift under the stall
of their dog leaving quick, leaving soon.
Every noon to be as one with the sun and rainy, crude return.

When I was a typist I
converted slop to form for pay.
The reams of real words were made.
I formed the manuscripts
of dead men who had some thoughts and time
into bankable statements of past lives
that made me think about mine.

When my fingers became numb enough not to feel
the words borrowed by my hands, I became
someone else running through time.
What was I doing in the year 2009?

Crude

Wanna be free
from this killer deep inside of me
I just can't tell
if the voices are from hell
I don't know
where to go or what to do
it's killing me
cause in my mind it's anarchy and

We sit here drinkin playin
and all the things we're sayin
it's like a motorcycle
racing to the moon and breaking

Down - Down on the way
and its now and it's all I have to say

(chorus)
I don't want to regret
something that I could have said
oh you rattle my nerves
I'm shakin at the thought if I could rattle yours again

um I don't want to be crude but do you think you could um

is it just a call
what if I called you tonight
I just don't know
cause if the words would come out right I'd

Start shakin so severely
and wonder how you're feeling
the distance is a question
answered but is quite revealing

Sometimes I can't remember
your face at all and never
forget the times that we had
underneath the moon however

Down - Down I have been
& somehow I'd like to start again

(Chorus)

oh no
what to do - oh no
where to go - oh no
cause in my mind - oh no
don't be crude - oh no