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One thousand feet in the atmosphere
you're there and losing light
Shrinking skin wishing death
on worthless liars and beauty queens
One million hours from the city
where the lights wont burn our eyes
That's where the wild things are
that's where gold falls from the sky.
So take this gun and load it slowly
point it straight up at the sky
Mark the spot where you stand
cause it will come back down at the end of July
And it's not fair
I know somewhere my life won't be like this.
Pulling out the poison with a kiss on the bottle's lips
Lada da dat la da da da la da da la lada
Ride fast from the cast
holding the monsters underneath your bed
Hiding out for weeks on end
Jumping down on their bruised hands
Jumping down on the weekend
I forever I win
Standing straight in the firefight reading liars their rights.
Shooting at the dark and things you never see kiss the ring and punch your knees
Run until you can't breathe
they can't catch up without hearts
they don't believe in that sorta thing
And somewhere between here and there
there's billboards and silver spoons
and the phones won't stop ringing.
My heads reaming…I am famous…
and then I wont care at all about anything just like you…
I'm just like you
I don't care at all about anything…
you're there and losing light
Shrinking skin wishing death
on worthless liars and beauty queens
One million hours from the city
where the lights wont burn our eyes
That's where the wild things are
that's where gold falls from the sky.
So take this gun and load it slowly
point it straight up at the sky
Mark the spot where you stand
cause it will come back down at the end of July
And it's not fair
I know somewhere my life won't be like this.
Pulling out the poison with a kiss on the bottle's lips
Lada da dat la da da da la da da la lada
Ride fast from the cast
holding the monsters underneath your bed
Hiding out for weeks on end
Jumping down on their bruised hands
Jumping down on the weekend
I forever I win
Standing straight in the firefight reading liars their rights.
Shooting at the dark and things you never see kiss the ring and punch your knees
Run until you can't breathe
they can't catch up without hearts
they don't believe in that sorta thing
And somewhere between here and there
there's billboards and silver spoons
and the phones won't stop ringing.
My heads reaming…I am famous…
and then I wont care at all about anything just like you…
I'm just like you
I don't care at all about anything…
Lyrics submitted by DaysofThePhoenix2
Track duration: 04:33
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first off, i think the song makes a lot more sense when the lines goes "singing, 'la da da da...'"
because then it says "i know somewhere my life won't be like this, pulling out the poison with a kiss from the bottle's lips, singing 'la da da da...'" meaning that his life is horrible now, and he destracts himself from it by drinking and singing, carefree singing as if everything is okay even though it's clear that it isn't.
the first part, i think, is comparing someone to a falling star "a thousand feet in the atmosphere, you're there and losing light, shrinking skin" and as they die, they're "wishing death on worthless liars and beauty queens." i feel like he's saying that this person, this falling star, is so pure, and that for the star to die and not the "worthless liars and beauty queens" is so ridiculous.
then i think he's talking about the cons of city life - the lights burning out their eyes and how the gold and wild things are far far away from there. but where is he? in the city, or at least very close to it, most likely.
so what will he do? take a gun, shoot a hole in the sky, and wait for the piece of sky to come back down and crush him.
run away from the people who only act/pretend (the cast of a show). while he's holding the monsters underneath his bed, he's keeping them away from him but at the same time, he wil forever be terrified of them. so i think he's comparing the cast to the bed monsters. keep them out of sight and then letting loose on the weekends - i sense a feeling of exhaustion.
sarcastic "i win."
more absurd things. not taking shelter during a fight, giving rights to people who don't deserve them, shooting at what you can't see, kiss up to people (kissing the ring..i picture a servant kissing the ring of a king or something), hurt yourself. do all this to run until you die because they won't catch up - they're heartless and closedminded.
between point a and point b are billboards and souvenirs (imagery of a road..). on tour? and the phones won't stop ringing, phone calls that let him know that he's famous. and once he's famous, he's become like all the other celebrities - coldhearted and apathetic, everything he didn't want to become.
yes? no?