They'll build statues in our likeness.
They wanted to be like us,
but did they ever like us anyway?
We always gave em' the cold shoulder,
Our shoulders just got colder.
They deserve an elbow to the face.

I'll build this monument just to tear it down (tear it down now)
And dedicate it to this bitter town and this broken sound.

And I'll send postcards to enemies,
Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here"
Yeah, I'll send postcards to enemies,
Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here" ("Wish you were here")

I'll build a throne made from the bones
Of those who died searching for gold,
Just to find it's found inside our hearts.
"What a jip", you'll hear them say,
Tossing, turning in their graves.
All the time searching in vein for what?

Blowing kisses to the masses in this ticker-tape parade.
We're the saints of this back seat,
Swear to God we've got it made (got it made).

And I'll send postcards to enemies,
Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here"
Yeah, I'll send postcards to enemies,
Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here" ("Wish you were here")

Today, we're making history.
Tonight, we'll take it to the streets.
Tomorrow, we'll live in infamy.
We're under attack, pull the knife from our backs and hold it to their throats (to their throats, to their throats).

And I'll send postcards to enemies,
Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here."
Yeah, I'll send postcards to enemies,
Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here." ("Wish you were here")

They'll build statues in our likeness.
They wanted to be like us,
but did they ever like us anyway?


Lyrics submitted by dom alert

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    General Commenti love this song.
    especially, this line;

    we're under attack; pull the knife from my back and hold it to their throats.
    PALSTCBon July 05, 2008   Link
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    General CommentCorrect:

    Blowing kisses to the messes in this sicker day parade
    The saints of this back seat swear to god they've got it made (got it made)
    brknsoundon July 06, 2008   Link
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    General CommentTheres nothing worse than people who get the lyrics wrong. theres no such thing as a sicker day parade, it makes no sense...
    it's:
    Blowing kisses to the masses in this TICKER-TAPE parade
    we're saints of this back seat, swear to god we have it made
    awesomedude3on July 09, 2008   Link
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    General CommentWell, there's nothing fucking worst then a person being an asshole correcting people. I am TERRIBLY FUCKING SORRY that I didn't have the CD then, now I do. When I posted the lyrics I did it by ear and I tried, is that O.K with you?
    dom alerton July 10, 2008   Link
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    General Commentbut it lacked complete common sense...there's no excuse for what you wrote, you must have retarded ears
    awesomedude3on July 10, 2008   Link
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    General Commentno, I do not have retarded ears. you're a waste of time. I APOLOGIZE FOR FUCKING GETTING TWO WORDS WRONG WITHOUT THE HELP OF THE ALBUM BOOK. I have the CD now, and I fucking apologize.
    dom alertson July 10, 2008   Link
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    General Commentoh, sorry it's WHAT A JIP, you'll hear them say*****
    dom alertson July 23, 2008   Link
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    General Commenti'm too lazy to send the corrections to the "team of moderators."
    someone else can?
    (and btw, this is from the booklet. some of the words in the song aren't in the booklet, but i feel like i'll get bitched at if i put them in, or leave them out. lose/lose situation, i guess? score).




    "They'll build statues in our likeness.
    They wanted to be like us,
    but did they ever like us anyway?
    We always gave em' the cold shoulder,
    Our shoulders just got colder.
    They deserve an elbow to the face.

    I'll build this monument just to tear it down (tear it down now)
    And dedicate it to this bitter town and this broken sound.

    And I'll send postcards to enemies,
    Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here"
    Yeah, I'll send postcards to enemies,
    Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here" ("Wish you were here")

    I'll build a throne made from the bones
    Of those who died searching for gold,
    Just to find it's found inside our hearts.
    "What a jip", you'll hear them say,
    Tossing, turning in their graves.
    All the time searching in vein for what?

    Blowing kisses to the masses in this ticker-tape parade.
    We're the saints of this back seat,
    Swear to God we've got it made (got it made).

    Today, we're making history.
    Tonight, we'll take it to the streets.
    Tomorrow, we'll live in infamy.
    We're under attack, pull the knife from our backs and hold it to their throats (to their throats, to their throats).

    And I'll send postcards to enemies,
    Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here."
    Yeah, I'll send postcards to enemies,
    Made sure to sign and date each one while singing "Wish you were here." ("Wish you were here")

    They'll build statues in our likeness.
    They wanted to be like us,
    but did they ever like us anyway?"
    jessicleson July 27, 2008   Link
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    General Commentoops, i left out the chorus before "Today, we're making history"


    my bad.
    jessicleson July 27, 2008   Link

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