nowhereusa

I wrote this song a couple months ago (you can listen to it on band camp. steelstringmilitia.bandcamp.com), but the subject matter is kind of relevant, what with the whole Manti Te'o thing going on and all...

If teens were heathens
And Cameras their gods
They'd sacrifice each other
To magnesium mobs
Then hang 'em on the wall.
Tell me, does that turn you on?


Some people go by names
Some, they won't tell
Everyone's got idols
Made of themselves
Cast in bronze
in their personal Parthenons

(chorus)
We're under age
and we can't wait
never to change
we're underage

Yours was the face
that launched a thousand texts
Mine the lips
that don't make promises
ours the show
that started good but lost it's edge

Let's speak in codes
the Russians couldn't break
let's get pissed off
cause we don't communicate
we talk so much
but we never say anything

(repeat chorus)

electric girls
will lead you blind
into a cave of words
into a web of lies
they'll free your skeleton
and call it "returned to life"