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Passion paralyzes all my good intentions,
Now I'm fighting with my body
Just to show you some sort of affection,
While you try and call it affliction
I'm just calling it self discipline
While all this downtown negativity's been following me and stalking me,
Between the university and Richmond street
Between those cocaine deals and bachelor degrees,
I'd say I'm sorry but
All the girls at this party
They're into drama and Ginsburg and lemon lime Bacardi
They're into Okkervil River (Arcade Fire, Elliot Smith)
And trying to get to know everybody,
Ya I'd say I'm sorry but
Hell is my backup plan
We're not a band motherfucker we're a gang,
So let's hang
'Cause all we want to meet is someone out there with a little personality
'Cause heaven sounds boring for guys like you and me
So I'm getting Bukowski drunk
I'm falling down man I'm getting myself held up,
None of these girls even get how great I was once,
And I was pretty fuckin' great
Hell is my backup plan
We're not a band motherfucker we're a gang,
So let's hang
'Cause all we want to meet is someone out there with a little personality
'Cause heaven sounds boring for guys like you and me
'Cause heaven seems like it's out of the question
At least with our reputation
Wouldn't you agree?