I always get emotional when
My father speaks about his revolution
And if I close my eyes it's like
I'm watching him running from the cops
He told me about the anarchists,
The bombs and all the people throwing wrenches
He still can see the riots and the
Bullet marks like snake bites on the wall
Like just one inch above his head
If he was slower or taller
My father would be dead
So here I sit, with my first drink
Please Interpol shut up, I need to think
Please Interpol shut up, I need to think
I'm back in fucking high school and i go to any fucking demonstration
I'm writing for a DIY fanzine speaking bout politics and punk
I managed to hang on the most
I could while everything just fell apart
I hate myself for this but then
Alone, I just decided to give up
When all those heroes just bailed away
It's hard to change a place if you don't stay
Getting a job didn't help out
It just gave us more shit to deal about
It just gave us more shit to deal about
I'm getting older, I'm out of ambitions
And my ideals are moved by hate
I still believe in everything i believed then
But I destroy rather than create
I feel ashamed when I think of my father
He worked his ass off and fought for me
While i've lost all my faith in this world
I betrayed revolution to pay the rent.