Bright Eyes - Lets not shit ourselves

^CThe animals laugh ^Efrom the dark of the wilderness. ^Ambaby cries hard i^Fn an apa^Grtment complex, ^CAs I pass in a car b^Euried under the influence. ^AmThe city's driving me o^Fut of my m^Gind. ^CI 've seen a child is caught i^En the sad trap of gravity. ^AmHe falls from the low^Fest branch of the a^Gpple tree, ^CAnd lands in the grass and ^Eweeps for his dignity. ^AmNext time he will not ai^Fm so h^Gigh. ^AmYeah, next time, n^Geither will ^CI.

^CA mother takes loans out, sends her ^Ekids off to colleges. ^AmHer family is reduced to nam^Fes on a sh^Gopping list. ^CMeanwhile, a coroner kneels, beneath a ^Egreat, wooden crucifix. ^AmHe knows that there are worse things than^F being a^Glone. ^CSo, I've learned to retreat at the f^Eirst sign of danger. ^AmI mean, why wait around, if it's j^Fust to surr^Gender' ^CAmbition, I've found, can o^Enly lead to failure. ^AmI do not re^Fad the rev^Giews. ^AmNo, I am not ^Gsinging for ^Cyou.

^CI stood dropping a coin into the pit^E of a well. ^AmAnd I would throw my whole billfold i^Ff I thought it would h^Gelp. ^CWith all these wishes I make, I should ^Ebuy something real, ^AmAt least a tele^Fphone call h^Gome. ^CWell, my teachers, they built t^Ehe retaining wall memory, ^AmAll those multiple choices ^FI answered so ^Gquickly. ^CAnd I got my grades back and f^Eorgot just as easily, ^AmBut at least I g^Fot an '^GA'. ^AmSo I don't have t^Ghem to bl^Came.

^CI should stop pointing fingers; ^Ereserve my judgment ^AmOf all those public action figures, th^Fe cowboy presid^Gent. ^CSo loud behind the bullhorn, ^Eso proud they can't admit ^AmWhen they've mad^Fe a mist^Gake. ^CWhile poison ink spews from^E a speechwriter's pen, ^AmHe knows he don't have to say it, s^Fo it don't bother ^Ghim. ^C"Honesty" "Accuracy&^Equot; are really just "Popular Opinion." ^AmAnd the approval rati^Fng's hig^Gh. ^AmAnd so someone's go^Gnna di^Ce.

^CWell, ABC, NBC, C^EBS: Bullshit. ^AmThey give us fact or fiction' I guess an ^Feven split.^{G C}And each new act of war is ^Etonight's entertainment. ^AmWe are still the pawns i^Fn their game^G. ^CAs they take an eye for an eye until ^Eno one can see, ^AmAnd we must stumble blindly forward, ^Frepeating hist^Gory. ^CWell, I guess that we all fit into your slogan^E on the fast food marquee: ^AmRed blooded, Wh^Fite skinned oh and th^Ge Blues. ^AmOh, and the Blues' I^G got the Blues! That^C's me! That's me!

^CWell, I awoke in relief. ^EMy sheets and tubes were all tangled. ^AmWeak from whiskey and pills, ^Fin a Chicago h^Gospital. ^CMy father was there, in a ^Echair by the window, ^Amstaring so ^Ffar aw^Gay. ^CI tried talking, just whispered,^E "...so sorry...so selfish..." ^AmHe stopped me and said, &quo^Ft;Child I love yo^Gu regardless ^CAnd there is nothing you could do t^Ehat would ever change this. ^AmI'm not angry. I^Ft hap-^Gpens. ^AmBut you just c^Gan't do it aga^Cin.

^CSo now I try to keep up, I ^Ehave been exchanging my currency. ^AmWhile a million objects p^Fass through my ^Gperiphery. ^CSo now I am rubbing my eyes bec^Eause they are starting to bother me. ^AmI've been staring too long ^Fat the scre^Gen. ^CBut where was it when I first heard ^Ethat sweet sound of humility' ^AmIt came to my ears in the ^Fgoddamn loveliest of me^Glodies. ^CHow grateful I was then to be ^Epart of the mystery; ^AmTo love and ^Fto be lov^Ged. ^AmLet's just hope t^Ghat is eno^Cugh.