Guitarred and Feathered

Lyrics

This is a cause for celebration Here in the belly of the swarm The situation demands that we raise our glasses In honor of the spokesman we've fixated to the floor Give us your headlines, hymns and your saddest verse You're not partnered with the half-hearted anymore Our legs are spread wide open Our weary heads are splitting at the seams and we all know You're proficient in the idioms of grief We are capable of the kind of love About which only the petrified can speak Concede him the microphone Let him sing the triumph of the frauds To all his loyal psycho-fanatics We all cater to the fire Once the walls come rushing down for shame Well, I can say it better than you felt it I can be it bigger than you needed it I haven't lived a day of my life Apart from the one that everyone's read about And I'll spark de-evolution And I'll spark de-evolution I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines And I've been fattened up for the guillotine Fattened up for the guillotine Sweet talker You're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb And I can show you how to have a good time And I know why you came here But neither of us will get what you want out of me This room has one too many laureates I'm keeping my peace When every candidate ends his life with a cliché And the path of glory will lead to nowhere but the grave Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh oh Whoa-oh, oh oh, oh-whoa-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh oh Whoa-oh, oh oh, oh-whoa-oh I've been spoiled rotten Every thought I've authored has curdled Not everything is poetry but I can't convince you of that I've been drawn and quartered I've been twice picked over And it's sickening what you've come here today to celebrate Fuck yeah, we're gonna party tonight Fuck yeah We're gonna party tonight I am capable of the kind of love About which only The intoxicated And the California bound can weep