Hide Me from Next February - Les Savy Fav

What holds you up

When the earth lets you down?

What holds you up

When gravity’s corrupted?

I hope atoms are enough

'Cause Eve sure ain’t coming

The temperature’s up in the afternoon sun

The hand threw the breaker

But the circuit’s still humming

The man tried to break her

But Miss Switch kept on running

She ran from the papist

She ran from the crown

She ran to her study

And wrote all this down:

«I want to keep the perfect flowers from the florist

They grow in private, deep inside the thickest forest

And when you snip them down

You almost hear them sigh

There they’re drying asking

'Why do we have to die?'»

What holds you up

When you’re ready to go?

What holds you up

While the seconds hand is ticking?

Can you feel them slip away?

80,000 every day

When one world says, «Wait!»

The next says, «Step aside.»

When one planet says, «Stop!»

Another says, «Let it ride…»

Fuck the boulders on the hill

I see pictures in the clouds

We’ve got little yellow pills

We’ve got great, big, black shrouds

We’ve got

Arms in the armory

Facts in the factory

Cents in the century

This century of centipedes

This century is killing me

This century lied

I hope that we do better next time

I would like to see the tyrant’s daughter

So upset by what her father taught her

I would like to see the tyrant’s son

So outraged by what his father’s done

I would like to see the tyrant’s mother

So regretful she did not smother

I would like to see the tyrant’s dad

I’ll bet he’s glad

Hide me from next February

I’ve grown fat

And I’ve grown tired;

Kiss my ass

Now I was once admired

I’ve grown tired

And I’ve grown fat

But there’s one more thing so much better than that:

I’m already gone