Living the Dream - Million Dead

'You', another tired second-person address,

Words written hastily and under duress

Im cold and holed up in the back of the van, devoid of eloquence or elegant plan

And Im paranoid, and I can’t help but think,

That somewhere someone is listening in But all the words that I kept in my pockets, jotted down on supermarket

receipts,

At base turned out to be solid masonry

And Im scared of the kids who come to our shows,

And scared of the words that they seem to know,

Because in truth all my high ideals are in ruins, in truth I don’t really know

what Im doing

Growing out of these clothes turned out to mean losing certainty

So sing, 'your' voices level the land,

My Jericho,

My rock and sure foundation!

Every love that made me lose my reasoning,

Every line that made my conscience ache,

Every day spent counting hours well, none of them come close

To singing back a song inside my head

I always had a song inside my head

And yes, there are times when I am tired and stressed,

When I am hasty and Im under duress

Im a narcissist and Im not at my best I have to say Im not impressed

Of all the things that I believed in my teens, Im left with unread books and

badly made zines

Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet

Bring a spring to my step

I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans,

And I remember safe-as-houses self-belief

So sing 'your' voices are sure destruction,

My rock and sure foundation

And every line that made me lose my reasoning,

Every chord that made my conscience ache,

Every sound a memory that’s all I ever need

I always have a song inside my head