Pretty Girls Make Graves - All Medicated Geniuses lyrics

There's a kid with a golden arm

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from a lack of something better going on

This kid with the golden arm

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from a lack of something better going on

Tell your friends it's a four alarm

Just a smoke screen we're all liars

Better to stew in discontent then to admit we're wrong

Our motivations out to sea

And our ideas they die so quickly

This town has good hearts

Bad blood, emotional scars

Never gettin to say what you really wanna say

This town has good hearts

Bad blood, emotional scars

Never gettin to say what you really wanna say

We all lie so well

We all lie so well

There's a kid with a golden arm

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from a lack of something better going on

Tell your friends it's a four alarm.

Just a smoke screen we're all liars.

Better to stew in discontent then to admit we'e wrong

If misery loves company

Then it seems to swim so much more forcibly

In the song of other peoples failures

Doctor, do you have a remedy?

Doctor, this is not alright by me

Do you think that you have the strength for a city

that's so spent and sick?

We all lie so well

We all lie so well