Smartest Guys In the Room

Duration

3:10

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

It's not enough to be right all the time We all gotta know that you're top of the line, Grade A, pedigreed Fresh off the East Coast farms Well they penned you up good and they filled up your trough With every stupid idea that Rosseau knocked off And you love the savages: Their teeth their disease and their charms You let 'em burn their names into your arms The smartest guys in the room (what you fight for) Smartest guys in the room (what you fight for) How does it feel How does it feel To be you Do you choke on your doubts or is that how you smile As you barricade up our Miracle Mile You don't believe So we can't believe it, too And out of the darkness come curses and swords That talk a strange tongue to a strange lord And somehow -- They don't get a word out of you -- No, it's the Baptists, and the Catholics and the Jews Repeat chorus Sleep under your bed most every night You won't make a fuss; you won't put up a fight -- Let 'em eat, as long as You get eaten last And when "The Star-Spangled Banner" sounds its final note, And there's a dull blade gloating at your throat Will you regret you left your bullets in your past? Will you mind so much, if when it happens, It happens fast? Smartest guys, etc.