I huff gasoline from your shirt And blur the questions that no one could ever answer I empty my head of all that I know Seems like the best view is the one from below
We are anti-movements, we are anti-anti One time we believed but now we don't even try And I can't cut a rug, without my fashion drugs Inebriation leads revelation
Gettin down in the town that makes no sound You say there's nothing wrong but I don't hear it
I will burn your love letters in a parking deck Where I have harbored great things that I will never confess We keep fresh paint on the countenance Now we keep it simple but make it more complex
We are anti-movements, we are anti-anti One time we believed but now it's passé and cliché And she'll say anything to make you move again But is it the truth? I don't care if it is