Artist/Band:
Third Eye Blind
Lyrics for Song: Don't Believe a Word
Lyrics for Album: Ursa Major [2009]
Cigarette fingers, ember stain
Incriminating notes on a paper chain.
Did you ever get the feeling that you've been cheated?
I wanna bust out, I've not been defeated.
We're all strong bones, they hold no water,
Got the whiplash smile, this gets harder.
Time has wound down and now we've been cached,
Because half measures are all half-assed, and
how did we ever end up this way,
and I don't know I'm in disarray.
Cultivating my ignorance--
didn't we have some standards once?
I hate you and your cowboy boots,
though we wanted clever, we settled for stupid.
Do it always so indiscreet,
like a bad boyfriend he's a dirty little cheat.
It's a shallow, vicious state of mind,
like an angry child getting dumped online.
And give me back my photos will you,
you fucking whore I'll kill you!
(Don't believe it) Don't believe a word
(Don't believe) Just keep on breathing.
(Don't believe it) Don't believe a word,
(Don't believe) 'cause pretty soon that good King George
will wake up screaming.
Our soundtrack is a soul less thing,
some dull ache replace the sting.
Rap stars brag about shooting each other?
Whatever happened to, "brother, brother"?
We like thugs when they attack, and
We like crime when it's black-on-black, and
Isn't this you, cruel-hearted fake?
And, isn't this more than you can take?
(Don't believe it) Don't believe a word
(Don't believe) Just walk on by.
(Don't believe it) 'cause this moment will pass and then we can all, c
an all get high, yeah.
(Don't believe) Don't believe it
(Don't believe it) just keep on breathing
(keep on breathing) oh pretty soon, that good King George
will wake up screaming.
Wake up screaming. Ha ha.
Wake up screaming. Ahhh-ahhh.
Yeahhh! (Yeahhh!) x4
Round up all the big lynch pins.
Hope we don't get fooled again!
All sensation makes no sense,
you got some insane confidence.
I can't find myself I can't change the station,
in this corporate, sell-out, hillbilly nation.
Scandalize now with such ease,
America, give me back my keys.
Sand, it blows, a soldier squeeze
trigger on fake enemies,
we're all abroad and all alone,
'till you come home--bring 'em home.
(Don't believe it) Don't believe a word.
(Don't believe) Just keep on breathing.
(Don't believe it) 'Cause pretty soon that good King George
will wake up screaming.
(Don't believe it) Don't believe a word.
(Keep on breathing) Don't believe a word, no!
(Don't believe a word) Don't believe a word.
(Don't believe) Don't believe a word.
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