Top Songs By Conor Oberst
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conor M Oberst
Vocals
Andy LeMaster
Background Vocals
James Felice
Background Vocals
Josh Rawson
Bass
Jim Keltner
Drums
Ian Felice
Electric Guitar
Greg Farley
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor M Oberst
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Conor M Oberst
Co-Producer
Jim Keltner
Co-Producer
Lyrics
It's a quixotic quest on a hot summer's night
I got a fistful of fireworks
I'm gonna try and set things right
I lost my inhibitions
I think I may have lost my wallet too
In this dying land of plenty
There's a whole lot of nothing to do
Oh, I'm Billy Pilgrim, you're a Dresden doll
They carpet bomb the city
Thank God they spared the mall
Let's hold a vigil
For the kinda, sorta innocent
And I guess I should defend your virtue
But the truth is I'm still on the fence
And old Heinrich Himmler, he never broke the law
Well, technically speaking as Sam Peckinpah
Sometimes you need a vigilante if you want to get a just thing done
And I don't want to kill nobody
Whose only crime is worshiping the sun
Breakfast of napalm
Burn down the place where I belong
Arch rivals make love
And they gotta keep it secret
They still do it with the lights on
And I got bad nostalgia for what came before
Sad reenactments of a civil war
My heartache is obsessive
I just wish that I could let it go
But there's a mountain down in Georgia
With a kickass laser light show
And I can always convince you you're just like Patty Hearst
Or you're sympathetic, baby, when I'm at my worst
I don't want to brainwash you
I just wish that you would change your tune
'Cause I've been gunning for redemption
And I think I'll hit the bullseye soon
Chartreuse and menthols
Burn down the town that we were from
I lost my true love to a three-alarm fire
They tried to put out with a squirt gun
Sing little child like a Nightingale
Sing little child, send me anthrax through the mail
I wanna to know you, I wanna know if you are true
Because the closer I get to you is the further that I feel from you
Breakfast of napalm
Burn down the place where we belong
Arch rivals make love
And they gotta keep the secret
They gotta keep it secret
They gotta keep it secret
They still do it with the lights on
Writer(s): Conor M. Oberst
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com