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Emily sets this privileged corpse, "my baby suffers no struggle."
Daddy holds tight, chromed a kiss on a platter he answers like way to a high vote.
(What do you want to be?)
Who do you want to be?
Or would you rather die here tonight?
This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel.
Draw business with syringes. Stethoscopes can't hear the faintest.
Every night's a fight.
Have you ever seen a life much sadder?
Distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb.
Daddy holds tight, chromed a kiss on a platter he answers like way to a high vote.
Who do you want to be?
Or would you rather die here tonight?
This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel.
Draw business with syringes. Stethoscopes can't hear the faintest.
Every night's a fight.
Distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb.
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Submitted by
rjbucs28 On Jun 19, 2003
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The guy who wrotes these lyrics doesn't know the lyrics at all because they're all incorrect, it's supposed to go:
eloise sits this privilaged corpse offers on struggle denny holes tight chrome tight kiss on a platter he enters like raid to a hive
what do you want to be? who do you want to be? or would you rather die here tonight this is an empty mural of cubicles and appareal draw business with syringes a stethoscope can hear the faint ticks of a nine to 5 have you ever seen a life much sadder? but still you climb.
that's all. this is a brilliant song and shows how great of song writers this band truly is.
oops here is the correction, i missed a line: eloise sits this privilaged corpse a mudane pace offers on struggle denny holes tight chrome tight kiss on a platter he enters like raid to a hive
what do you want to be? who do you want to be? or would you rather die here tonight this is an empty mural of cubicles and appareal draw business with syringes a stethoscope can hear the faint ticks of a nine to 5 have you ever seen a life much sadder? but still you climb.
your lyrics are wrong ABIGBLACKDICK. you moron.
haha you both are wrong. the correct lyrics are:
eloise sits, this privileged corpse a mundane pace offers no struggle denny holds tight chrome death kiss on a platter he enters like raid to a hive what/who do you want to be or would you rather die here tonight this is just an empty, sickening mural of cubicles and apparel draw business with syringes a stethoscope can hear the faint ticks of a nine to five have you ever seen a life much sadder but still you climb
"But still you climb, still you climb, still you climb"
Definitely talking about the climbing the corporate ladder.
Not a book. The TV show "Lost". Daniel and Eloise.
Not a book. The TV show "Lost". Daniel and Eloise.
what do you want to be? who do you want to be? or would you rather die here tonight this is an empty mural of cubicles and appareal
i think this song is about well at least this part like find out who u wanna be and dont pretend to be something ur not bc than your be empty and saying that if you died tonight do you wanna be empty .. or somethingg like that
What book are the names Denny and Eloise from?
Goddam kids these days. Enough with the emo crap. Oh, yes. Everything is about a girlfriend or boyfriend cheating. This is a blatantly obvious reference to Lost. Daniel and Eloise. There's even a song on the self-titled album called "station 5:the pearl", another blatantly obvious Lost allusion. I'm not even touching the fact that the first lyrics posted were grotesquely off. I'm just sick of these wrist-slitting, skinny-jeans-wearing douchebags having no thoughts outside their little highschool relationships. Oh, it says something sad so someone's girlfriend must have cheated on them. I move to re-enable natural selection. The biggest mistake is psychiatric hospitals stopping these wastes of oxygen from killing themselves before they destroy music completely. I'm sick of seeing any song of genuine literary or cultural value reduced to Dashboard Confessional garbage.Thank god Cobain killed himself before he got a chance to witness this utter waste of an entire generation. May your skinny jeans cut off your circulation and result in death.