The Sound Of Ataris Lyrics - Kimya Dawson

the sound of ataris kills working class men 

who know that they'll never drive fast cars again 

heroes are broken the cello is burnt 

pictures of babies are covered with dirt 

elbows are bleeding the sneakers have holes 

decaying rooftops have decaying goals 

throw it away set yourself free 

run to the ocean don't worry 'bout me 

i have lots of friends and the road has no end 

and your time is your money and i've got to spend 

time on the outside of being removed 

from forgotten theories i never proved 

i have lots of friends and my life is pretend 

and i'll run and i'll run and i won't understand 

how my feet stick out the cold desert breeze 

and people drink coffee inside redwood trees 

renaissance uncles and surgical aunts 

have polar fleece cousins in old navy pants 

with heroes all published and pianos upgraded 

and laptops for hearts that are sharp and serrated 

carve me a pawn, carve me a rook 

make me the queen of my own storybook 

gather some branches and make me a cane 

for when it gets hard to support my own weight 

i have lots of friends and what's blended will mend 

i'm bo peep and my sheep are the dreams i attend 

small and unruly and wearing your shirt 

pictures of babies are covered with dirt 

i have lots of friends and the road is my friend 

and my thoughts are all stupider when they don't bend 

over and wrap underneath and around 

pictures of babies are all underground 

dead and they're buried down in the ground 

i have lots of friends 

i have lots of friends 

i have lots of friends 

i have lots of friends 

the sound of ataris kills me and my friends 

'cause we know that we'll never go back there again 

sometimes we play playstation 

but it's not the same