Paroles de 'Kick' par Conor Oberst

Kick, you know you're still a kid
And your diet's too full of additives
Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth
Dreamin' that you're hopping a fence

This world must have it out for you
From the shores of Montauk up to Malibu
The trappings of a name you never could escape
These people wanna live in the past
Some Golden Age that they never had

I thought we lost that Camelot
I thought we lost that Camelot
Some children story we forgot
Grew old so long ago

Kick, it's hard to find a friend
In a place that is so cruel and partisan
But you should go in style to Stockholm for a while
Live outside the oblivions lens

One day you'll have a fine divorce
And a cemetery plot in Hyannisport
Next time you close your eyes
On a helicopter ride
I hope you see it isn't your fault
I hope you know it isn't your fault

I thought they shot that Camelot
I thought they shot that Camelot
Whoever shot this movie, stop
Keep rolling
Said the show must go on

Layin' in the office on an old chaise-lounge
Listening to the doctor drone
No therapeutic healing once the shock wears off
Answer every question you know

Hidin' in the hammock with the shades pulled down
Wonderin' if the story's broke
Tragedy is profit once the word gets out
Tabloids at the country store

Searchin' under tables when the bar closes down
Said somebody stole your phone
Now there's no one to talk to
But these trust fund drunks
Should have brought a chaperone

Kick,I'd love to help you
But I just don't count
Friendship makes you paranoid
I don't believe in curses but I just might now
You never really had a choice
Like all your broken toys

Kick you know this life is rich
But pleasure is not the same as happiness
But if you don't collide with the traffic in your mind
I think you'll find your way out of this
I hope you'll find your way out of this