One of the most straight-forward songs on the album, it's an anthemic rocker with a vocabulary that would force the Decembrists' Colin Meloy to reach for the Oxford English Dictionary. The song has been described, accurately or no, as "like early Nirvana but with synth."
Details:
Bass: Walsh
Drums: Good
Guitars: O'Connell
Synth Hook: Chase
Vocals: O'Connell
Notes:
Additional engineering/guitar effects: Celauro.
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Wellbuterin, acetylene: a pharmacological experiment
Ketamine, a methanological insincerity:
Have another drink, you might as well
Because you'll always be a wanna-be,
A votary to the Cult of Carnality,
A solipsist whose only concern is with her anatomy:
Go out and get fucked, you might as well
Valentines and "better times" and all of that other shit that you valorize
Sentiments you can't even identify and criticize:
You're just a gash and a maw, oh well
Hardly a star: you're barely gleaming
Barely "in love": you're more "in heat" and
You've only got eyes for your advertisements
Now tell me how it hurts like new
Tell me how it hurts like new
Tell me how to hurt like you
Show me how it hurts like new
Show me where it hurts
Irreverent then maudlin you vacillate faster than Alan Alda, kid
Second to secondyou reckon reckonin' wrecks a healthy id
And makes one a bore
Come on slather on an inch of makeup for your lovers,
Flatterers and fakers, blather on about the scenesters you abhor
Birthdays, shopping days, spa days and holidays
Seven days a week but it doesn't matter anyways
Spend your old man's money, there will always be more
Come on babydoll, show me where it hurts
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