Cliché Guevara - Against Me!

And we’ll keep ourselves in a place where it’s easy to hold onto.

the last threats came and went, this is the way that wars are played.

always heading for a front, heading for a front,

we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling that objection is so cliche.

a new waaay on so can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?

turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.

well there’s a lot of things that should be said, so we’re hammering six

strings,

machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.

a new waaay on a new waaay on a new waaay on a new waaay…

we stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.

with plans of invasion and arms races racing we rock to the new sensation.

a new waaay on a new waaay on a new waaay on a new waaay…