Napalm

Lyrics
[Verse 1] It's a quixotic quest on a hot summer's night I got a fistful of fireworks, I'm gonna try and set things right I lost my inhibition, I think I may have lost my wallet, too In this dying land of plenty, there's a whole lot of nothing to do [Verse 2] Oh I, I'm Billy Pilgrim, you're a Dresden doll They carpet bombed the city, thank God they spared the mall Let's hold a vigil for the kinda, sorta innocent I guess I should defend your virtue but the truth is I'm still on the fence [Verse 3] And old Heinrich Himmler, he never broke the law Well, technically speaking, ask Sam Peckinpah Sometimes you need a vigilante if you wanna get a just thing done And I don't wanna kill nobody whose only crime is worshiping the sun [Chorus] Breakfast of napalm Burnt down the place where I belong Arch-rivals make love And they gotta keep it secret They still do it with the lights on (Woo) [Verse 4] And I got bad nostalgia for what came before Sad reenactments of our civil war My heartache is obsessive, I just wish that I could let it go But there's a mountain down in Georgia with a kickass laser light show [Verse 5] And I can always convince you, you're just like Patty Hearst Oh, you're sympathetic, baby, when I'm at my worst I don't wanna brainwash you, I just wish that you would change your tune 'Cause I've been gunning for redemption and I think I hit the bullseye soon (Yeah) [Chorus] Chartreuse and menthols Burnt down the town that we were from I lost my true love to a three-alarm fire They tried to put out with a squirt gun (Órale) (Let's go to D chord) [Verse 6] Sing little child like a nightingale Sing little child, send me anthrax through the mail I wanna know you, I wanna know if you are true 'Cause the closer I get to you is the further that I feel from you [Chorus] Breakfast of napalm Burnt down the place where we belong Arch-rivals make love And they gotta keep it secret Yeah, they gotta keep it secret Yeah, they gotta keep it secret They still do it with the lights on
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Credits
- Writers
- Conor Oberst