Fuel Lyrics

Fuel lyrics

They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan
And they discovered a slave
cemetery there
May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned
upon
And we've moved on to the electric chair
And I wonder who's gonna be
president
Tweedle Dumb or Tweedle Dumber?
And who's gonna have the
big
Blockbuster box office
This summer
How 'bout we put up a
wall
Between the houses and the highway
And then you can go your
way
And I can go my way
Except all the radios agree with all the
TV's
And all the magazines agree with all the radios
And I keep hearing
that same damn song
Everywhere I go
Maybe I should put a bucket over my
head
And a marshmallow in each ear
And stumble around for another dumb
numb week
For another hum drum hit song to appear
People used to make
records
As in a record of an event
The event of people
Playing music
in a room
Now everything is cross-marketing
It's about sunglasses and
shoes
Or guns or drugs
You choose
We got it rehashed
We got it
half-assed
We're digging up all the graves
And we're spitting on the
past
And we can choose between the colors
Of the lipstick on the
whores
Cuz we know the difference
Between the font of twenty percent
more
And the font of teriyaki
You tell me
How does that make you
feel?
You tell me what's real
They say that alcoholics are always
alcoholics
Even when they're dry as my lips for years
Even when they're
stranded on a small desert island
With no place in two thousand miles to buy
beer
And I wonder is he different
Is he different
Has he
changed
What he's about
Or is he just a liar
With nothing to lie
about
Am I headed for the same brick wall
Is there anything I can
do
About anything at all
Except go back to that corner in
Manhattan
And dig deeper
Dig deeper this time
Down beneath the
impossible pain of our history
Beneath unknown bones
Beneath the bedrock
of the mystery
Beneath the sewage system and the path train
Beneath the
cobblestones and the water main
Beneath the traffic of friendships and
street deals
Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
Beneath
everything I can think of to think about
Beneath it all
Beneath all get
out
Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
Ther'es a
fire that's just waiting for fuel