Bombs Over Providence

Zombie Cheerleader Slumber Party Massacre

Bombs Over Providence


We dumb smart kids got guts; we're buying in without selling out. 
And we're great at parties. 
Misplaced-aggression chic, or ill-read rebel's grief, we've got our weapons.
We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve. 
I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent. 
I spent all my cash on you, got nothing left. 
We mock the tags we were at our subculture fairs; and we fight from checkout tills. 
Hot, well dressed and dumb disposable income with a knack for abstraction. 
We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve. 
I'll buy you everything babe, that's the way I'll show you my dissent. 
I spent all my time with you, and we're singing... 
I don't care about the state of the world today. 
We'll drown, but damn won't we look good. 
I don't care about the fate of youth anyway. 
It's for the buying, looks as good as trying. 
I don't care about the state of the world today. 
I don't care. 
'Cause we don't know better. 
We live with blinders on. 
Our memory nearly gone. 
We get new fall-line chills. 
Dissent and dollar bills! 
What do we see, what do we do?
We've made a lifetime wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve. 
I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent. 
I spent my cash on you, got nothing left