It was quite early one morning Hit me without warning I went to hear the general speak I was standing for the anthem Banners all around him Confetti made it hard to see Put my footsteps on the pavement Starved for entertainment Four seasons of revolving doors So sick of being honest I'll die like Dylan Thomas A seizure on the barroom floor
I'm getting greedy with this private hell I'll go it alone, but that's just as well
These cats are scared and feral The flag pins on their lapels The truth is anybody's guess These talking heads are saying "The king is only playing a game of four dimensional chess"
There's flowers in the rubble The weeds are gonna tumble I'm lucid but I still can't think I'm strapped into a corset Climbed into your corvette I'm thirsty for another drink
If it's advertised, we'll try it And buy some peace and quiet And shut up at the silent retreat They say you've gotta fake it At least until you make it That ghost is just a kid in a sheet
I'm getting used to these dizzy spells I'm taking a shower at the Bates Motel I'm getting greedy with this private hell I'll go it alone, but that's just as well
Writer/s: Conor Oberst, Phoebe Bridgers
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Fall Out Boy's "The Kids Aren't Alright" song title is not a reference to The Offspring's 1998 single of the same name. It actually alludes to The Who's 1979 rockumentary film called The Kids Are Alright.