"The New Song"
YEAH MOTHER FUCKERS, here's that Bright Eyes song I was talking about, recorded live at the concert I was at:

http://www.mediafire.com/?5dzttxok1nu

I transcribed these lyrics from ear and memory, if you can fill in some of these blanks, please leave a comment.

Hey there son of Adam,
Hey there daughter of Eve,
Help me sing this tear gas riot song,
To some fresh faced police.
They'll never know what hit em,
When they're left there (inaudible) [sounds like something about chains?]
When the riot song comes pouring in on a brand new day.

Now, you could dam the river,
You could change a mountain's name,
First we marched to (inaudible),
Now we're taking down Washington state.
(inaudible) death's (inaudible) consolation,
You know only hate and rage,
You paid a dowry for your child's life, [the word might actually not be life here]
Now she's living like a slave.

A prayer came down the wire,
And it was all at the end of his code,
You couldn't figure out what mercy meant,
'til you did like you were told.
When they finally sent the doctors,
Once the fireball went out,
There was nothing left but the cockroaches,
in the (inaudible). [Sounds like something about movie and sound?]

What good, what good are you?
With your (inaudible) flag and your (inaudible),
What good, what good are you?
(inaudible)

Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson,
Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost,
It all catches up with you
once you get just a little too old.
Take a hard look in the mirror,
It's a thing that you do not see,
The shadow's gone,
But the day is young,
It just wasn't meant to be.

There's no blankets for the winter,
There's no oil in the lamp,
And I'd like to write my congressman,
But I can't afford the stamp.
You want me to pay my taxes
So you can propagate your lie,
While there's (inaudible) down in New Orleans,
Looking like they're gonna die.

Yeah, you could (inaudible) the legends,
You poisoned all of my drinks,
You pinned all of the medals on
all those boys from Omaha Beach,
How they haven't got too lazy,
I know you like your apple pie,
But the working poor you've been pissing off
are doing double shifts tonight.
[The scream in the background there is me!]

What good, what good are you?
With your (inaudible) flag and your president too.
What good, what good are you?
With your (inaudible) flag and your president too.

[That scream is me!]

Fucking AWESOME song, am I right?