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Napalm - Conor Oberst
Written by：Conor Oberst
It's a quixotic quest on a hot summer's night
I got a fistful of fireworks
I'm gonna try and set things right
I lost my inhibitions
I think I may have lost my wallet too
This dying land of plenty
There's a whole lot of nothing to do
Oh I'm billy pilgrim you're a dresden doll
They carpet bomb the city
Thank God they spared the mall
Let's hold a vigil
For the kinda sorta innocent
I guess I should defend your virtue
But the truth is I'm still on the fence
And old Heinrich Himmler he never broke the law
Well technically speaking as Sam Peckinpah
Sometimes you need a vigilante if you want to get adjusting done
And I don't want to kill nobody
'Cause only crime is worshiping the sun
Breakfast of napalm
Burn down the place where I belong
Our travels make love
And they gotta keep it secret
They still do it with the lights on
And I got bad nostalgia for what came before
Sad reenactments of a civil war
My heartache is obsessive
I just wish that I could let it go
But there's a mountain down in Georgia
With a kickass laser light show
And I can always convice you you're just like patty hearst
Or you're sympathetic baby when I'm at my worst
I don't want to brainwash you
I just wish that you would change your tune
'Cause I've been gunning for redemption
And I think I'll hit the bullseye soon
Chartreuse and menthols
Burn down the town that we were from
I lost my true love to a three alarm fire
They tried to put out with a squirt gun
Sing little child like a Nightingale
Sing little child send me anthrax through the mail
I wanna to know you I wanna know if you are true
Because the closer I get to you is the further that I feel from you
Breakfast of napalm
Burn down the place where we belong
Our travels make love
And they gotta keep the secret
They gotta keep it secret
They gotta keep it secret
They still do it with the lights on
