All Medicated Geniuses Lyrics - Singles - Pretty Girls Make Graves

There's a kid with the golden arm 

He admits to the forest fire 

That started up from a lack of somethin' better going on 

This kid with the golden arm 

He admits to the forest fire 

That started up from a lack of somethin' better going on 

Tell your friends it's a four alarm 

Just a smoke screen we're all liars 

Better to stew in discontent then to admit we're wrong 

Our motivations out to see 

And our ideas they die so quickly 

This town has good hearts 

Bad blood, emotional scars 

Never gettin' to say what you really wanna say 

This town has good hearts 

Bad blood, emotional scars 

Never gettin' to say what you really wanna say 

We all lie so well 

We all lie so well 

There's a kid with the golden arm 

He admits to the forest fire 

That he started up from a lack of somethin' better going on 

Tell your friends it's a four alarm 

Just a smoke screen we're all liars 

Better to stew in discontent then to admit we're wrong 

If misery loves company 

Then it seems to swim so much more forcibly 

In the song of other peoples failures 

Doctor, do you have a remedy? 

Doctor, this is not alright by me 

Do you think that you have the strength 

For a city that's so spent and sick? 

We all lie so well 

We all lie so well