Comet Gain Follow

If you look on the surface you'll find nothing
Look to your mother, pension saints
The heroes on motorcycles
That believe in fact and truth
Loud radios unsettling my nerves
As we look back in tune to the (?) sound
Belief in what? Belief in yourself
Contradict yourself
Individuality must and has got to disappear
You can sneer, bitch, and ignore
We don't care what you think or what you need

I don't know why I do the foolish things that I do
I don't know why I drink so hard to escape from these movie blues
She says, don't listen to their lies
You gotta make your feelings known
Jack Nance Hair
Try to realize
You gotta get that meaning
Get back your fire again
Make your vision known

I don't know why my brain feels broken like the earth outside
Feels like little holes come together inside of my mind
She said, don't bother with those drugs you took
You gotta get back on the stage
Jack Nance Hair
Try to realize
You gotta get that meaning
Back in your act again
Make your feelings show
Oh you gotta get that feeling
Get back your heart again
And make that meaning show

So together we stand and feel stronger and braver for it
Young, free and single
Like the crack in the 45
That makes the guitar snap all night
And in the morning it starts all over again
We aren't cartoon characters
Pain is truth
We wear our bitten mouths and fingernails

We have
We have torn ideals
Comet Gain has torn ideals

Go home and listen to your cracking needle
Your records in their stained sleeves

If you look on the surface you'll find nothing
Look to your mother, pension saints