Top Songs By Third Eye Blind
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Third Eye Blind
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephan Jenkins
Songwriter
Tony Fredianelli
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Third Eye Blind
Producer
Lyrics
Cigarette fingers amber 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
They're all straw bones they hold no water
Got the whiplash smile, but this gets harder
Time wound down and we've been cashed
Cause half measures are all half-assed
How did I ever end up this way?
I've gone numb in disarray
Cultivating my ignorance
Didn't we have some standards once?
I hate you down to your cowboy boots
We wanted clever, we settled for stupid
Threw it all away so indiscreet
Like a bad boyfriend, just a dirty little cheat
It's a shallow vicious state of mind
Like an angry chump getting dumped online
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
'Cause pretty soon
That Good King George will wake up screamin'
Our soundtrack is a soulless thing
Some dull ache replaced the sting
Rap stars brag about shooting each other?
What ever happened to "brother, brother"?
We like thugs when they attack
And we like crime when it's black on black
Isn't this you cool hearted fake?
Isn't this more than you can take?
(Don't believe it)
Don't believe a word
(Don't believe)
Just walk on by
'Cause this moment will pass
And then we all, can all get high yeah
(Don't believe it)
Don't believe it
(Keep on dreaming)
Just keep on breathing
Oh, pretty soon
That Good King George will wake up screamin'
Wake up screamin', ha-ha-ha-ha...
Wake up screamin', ahhhhhh...
YEAAAAAHHHH! (YEAAAAAHHHH!)
YEAAAAAHHHH! (YEAAAAAHHHH!)
YEAAAAAHHHH! (YEAAAAAHHHH!)
YEAAAAAHHHH! (YEAAAAAHHHH!)
Round up all the big linchpins
I 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 sellout hillbilly nation
Scandalize now with such ease
America give me back my keys
Sand it blows and soldier squeeze,
Trigger on fake enemies
We're all abroad and all alone
'til you come home, bring 'em home
(Don't believe it)
Don't believe a word
(Don't believe)
Just keep on breathing
'Cause pretty soon
That Good King George will wake up screamin'
(Don't believe it)
Don't believe a word
(Keep on dreaming)
Don't believe a word, no!
(Don't believe it)
Don't believe a word
(Don't believe)
Don't believe a word.
Writer(s): Stephan Jenkins, Tony Fredianelli
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