Unsatisfied with just being alive,
I became the world's worst preacher
preaching to the world's worst choir.
But I could not maintain
such strict standards of quality,
so I ditched my flock
and mocked them for believing me.

Presenting the choice
that is forced to either be
unwashed or ??
As we will grow bitter and old
though remain in these golden states

I made modest attempts
to get what I had required.
From impartial points of view,
I came close and then retired.
But I learned to compromise
or to fake it convincingly.
I advise the little ones
just to keep calm and carry me.

Resenting the choice
that is forced to either be
unwashed or ??
As we will grow bitter and old
though remain in these golden states

I remember where you come from,
how we got where we are now,
by doing what we had to
for as long as time allowed.
It's not a question of succession,
or whose coattails got nailed down.

We're the latest in a long line
of lucky little towns.
Just the latest in a long line
of lucky little towns.


Lyrics submitted by loveandcarciofi

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