Obsessed With The Excess Lyrics - Inches - Les Savy Fav

Catching whispers on the phone 

But the whispers get away. 

Making entries in our diaries 

With all the things we think they say. 

Can you hear it? 

I can't hear it! 

Can you see it? 

I can't see it! 

We've been feeding the vermin, 

Now they're hanging around. 

Can't we take back the sermon 

That we tossed to the crowd? 

Obsessed with the excess 

But stuffed with a crumb. 

The lessons progress less 

As professors succumb. 

They're craving confusion 

When starved of sense 

And graven confusion 

Has been heaven sent. 

Can you do it? 

I can't do it! 

This is the way the sick people play: 

Hands in their pockets, goose bumps on display. 

This is the way the well people drink: 

Mouths on the spigots of the sick people's sink. 

In the town square, 

In the city hall, 

In the war room, 

On a conference call, 

They set the date to drop the bomb 

And sit and wait with perfect calm. 

I wanna do it!