Current Events Songtext
von Dance Gavin Dance

Dang cricket, rabbit spinach
I′ve been stuck in the land of digits
I'm really five foot ten, please try to believe me
Poor wording, outta courage
No luck with the playful verbiage
Used all but ten percent of possible meanings

You really oughta know by now
That you get what you give
And if you don′t commit
You'll be desperate just to fit in
They don't practice, then they wonder why they suck
Patient? Always been, now don′t get outta touch
I should′ve told them that I know better
But now I'll show them that I′m no quitter
Oh, oh, oh


I sit in my house sucking smoke from my mouth
Glued to my couch, trying not to go psychotic
I got cable to learn another angle
But I'm unable to get the hell out of my own head
It′s been about 15 years since
I've changed my mind about any opinion
Clutching to all the same fears that
Live in the tissue of my protoplasm

Talking heads, "Fuck the feds"
So well-read, I′m impressed
How did you acquire all this undue confidence
By babbling about current events
And begging people "Smash that like?"

Who that? Do that, make improvements
Work the lane 'til worth consuming
Da-done, done, done, done, da-done, done
Da-da-da-done, done, done, da-done, done
Bear that, wear that, slanging pain
Art like daggers, ball and chain
Da-done, done, done, done, da-done, done
Da-da-da-done, done, done, da-done, done


You really oughta know by now
That you get what you give
And if you don't commit
You′ll be desperate just to fit in
They don′t practice, then they wonder why they suck
Patient? Always been, now don't get outta touch
I should′ve told them that I know better
But now I'll show them that I′m no quitter
Oh, oh, oh

You're never honest, telling folks what they′ve missed
And now they're all pissed trying not to be neurotic
Got no precision to leverage your ambition
Say you've got vision
Well, why are you always so goddamn wrong?

It′s been about 15 years since
I′ve changed my mind about any opinion
Clutching to all the same fears that
Live in the tissue of my protoplasm

You offer nothing, but you want it all
You need the adequate to cover for your shortfalls
Propitiating to your own cabal
Pitiful tantrums to show them you're not small

Dying in a dream
I should′ve fooled myself with self-esteem
I wanna be oozing health like sub-machine
Instead, I'm chomping on rockets and sucking cream