Dylan Thomas
Better Oblivion Community Center"Dylan Thomas" is a song by Better Oblivion Community Center, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:36 long and contains 35 lines and 214 words.
Lyrics
0:16It was quite early one morning
0:18Hit me without warning
0:20I went to hear the general speak
0:24I was standing for the anthem
0:26Banners all around him
0:28Confetti made it hard to see
0:32Put my footsteps on the pavement
0:35Starved for entertainment
0:37Four seasons of revolving doors
0:40So sick of being honest
0:43I'll die like Dylan Thomas
0:45A seizure on the barroom floor
0:48I'm getting greedy with this private hell
0:56I'll go it alone but that's just as well
1:05These cats are scared and feral
1:07The flag pins on their lapels
1:10The truth is anybody's guess
1:14These talking heads are saying
1:16The king is only playing a game of four dimensional chess
1:39There's flowers in the rubble
1:41The weeds are gonna tumble
1:43I'm lucid but I still can't think
1:47I'm strapped into a corset
1:49Climbed into your corvette
1:51I'm thirsty for another drink
1:55If it's advertised we'll try it
1:57And buy some peace and quiet
1:59And shut up at the silent retreat
2:03They say you've gotta fake it
2:06At least until you make it
2:08That ghost is just a kid in a sheet
2:11I'm getting used to these dizzy spells
2:19I'm taking a shower at the Bates Motel
2:28I'm getting greedy with this private hell
2:36I'll go it alone but that's just as well
It was quite early one morning Hit me without warning I went to hear the general speak I was standing for the anthem Banners all around him Confetti made it hard to see Put my footsteps on the pavement Starved for entertainment Four seasons of revolving doors So sick of being honest I'll die like Dylan Thomas A seizure on the barroom floor I'm getting greedy with this private hell I'll go it alone but that's just as well These cats are scared and feral The flag pins on their lapels The truth is anybody's guess These talking heads are saying The king is only playing a game of four dimensional chess There's flowers in the rubble The weeds are gonna tumble I'm lucid but I still can't think I'm strapped into a corset Climbed into your corvette I'm thirsty for another drink If it's advertised we'll try it And buy some peace and quiet And shut up at the silent retreat They say you've gotta fake it At least until you make it That ghost is just a kid in a sheet I'm getting used to these dizzy spells I'm taking a shower at the Bates Motel I'm getting greedy with this private hell I'll go it alone but that's just as well
Translation
Select a language to see the translated lyrics.