A Tension's Deficit/All-State Firing Squad Lyrics

All is fair in love and war and growing past deceit

Voted Most Dramatic by Neo-Fascists, the agony of defeat!

Placing memories in different kinds of contexts

Childhood no longer esteemed simply...

Take the chance that I'll find some deeper meaning

If I could just pick the right team for me

Handcuffed, trunk locked, blindfolded down the forest road

Can't help but grit my teeth

For all my talent is confetti in a coalmine

In situations like these

A friendly debate between the headrests in the backseat

Over which mouths are worthy to feed

Hope that the driver knows that it's a felony

To have all the proof that he needs

Because by the time they know what to do with me

I'll be digging a shallow grave

And yes by the time they know what to do with people like me

There'll be nothing to save

Land of the lugenpresse, slick-haired yes men

Always chosen for the kickball team

Home of the free to be as big as any asshole

That the comments thread lets you be

About how behind every participation trophy case

Is an AR-15

Aiming at a bottle of prescription amphetamines

Trying so hard not to make a scene

Because violence as love will always pay dividends

On the lacking honesty we all feel

At the respect for our intelligence shown by

Those who decide what we should think is real

Of a kind from the bowels of history

From the way we all smile and nod

At always ending up beholding the mystery

Of that pearly white, all-State firing squad