Summer Of '97 lyrics

Song information

Artist: Closet Monster
Album: We Rebuilt This City

Lyrics

Nobody was listening
Just shit talking unimpressed
For speaking up and out above the murmur of the crowd
Cause it's nothing special
It's basic fundamental
Just four guys concerned trying to drum up some right questions right now

A room full of people
The whole worlds in their hands
Why's not the whole world concerned?
This is your world to you know
Stand up for something more than
Sitting right back down
I'm not afraid to get up and communicate this message to you because it cats me alive
And I think that's why you only want to watch me sit and scream
That doesn't justify what happened here
What happened here?
You don't know how it feels (granted I don't know how it feels either most of the time)

I'll see you in a smoke filled coffee shop one day
I hope that we can talk what we've been through
The most donuts per capita per idiot
I'll never forget
Taste my lungs bleed again
I bit my own hand off when I realized it helped to feed
At the end of the day I know how it feels to want the end
One more cigarette
You never seemed to understand
It was just about respect

This truly ain't no mecca man
This place is truly fucked
We built it up and watched it fall
And survived with those we trust
All we were earching for was someone or something to believe in
That's why we got each other. cause when they knock one of us down
We'll come together underground
And try to conquer the world
The stars and stripes charred black
When done right, art should attack

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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