Soft Bomb II - The Chills

If you’d asked me at a concert standing by The Clean

I’d have said I’m okay, and this is what I mean

But now a little later a crisis has evolved

Those ancient complications remaining unresolved

They say you have to give them what thy want

Say you have to give them what they want

Say you have to give them what they want

Say you have to give them what they want

I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands

I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands

I know what they will never understand

I know what they will never understand

I didn’t want to say that and I am

Didn’t want to say that and I am

Didn’t want to say that and I am

Didn’t want to say that and I am

The years dictated changes, I always knew the would

We shared a common language that’s seldom understood

So now a noise surrounds me, a million harsh guitars

The same incessant dance beat, those harnessed harmless stars

They say you have to give them what thy want

Say you have to give them what they want

Say you have to give them what they want

Say you have to give them what they want

I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands

Tearing all my hair out with my hands

I know that they will never understand

I know that they will never understand

I didn’t want to say that and I am

Didn’t want to say that and I am

Didn’t want to say that and I am

Didn’t want to say that and I am

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