There's a kid with a golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
That he started up from a lack of something better going on
This kid with the golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
That he started up from a lack of something better going on
Tell your friends it's a four alarm
Just a smoke screen we're all liars
Better to stew in discontent than to admit we’re wrong
Our motivations out to sea
And our ideas they die so quickly
This town has good hearts
Bad blood, emotional scars
Never gettin to say what you really wanna say
This town has good hearts
Bad blood, emotional scars
Never gettin to say what you really wanna say
We all lie so well
We all lie so well
There’s a kid with a golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
That he started up from a lack of something better going on
Tell your friends it's a four alarm.
Just a smoke screen we're all liars.
Better to stew in discontent than to admit we're wrong
If misery loves company
Then it seems to swim so much more forcibly
In the song of other people's failures
Doctor, do you have a remedy?
Doctor, this is not alright by me
Do you think that you have the strength for a city
that's so spent and sick?
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Review about All Medicated Geniuses Love them | Reviewer: Don | 4/28/2007
This song is one my favorites by PGMG. The Guitars and the vocals mix so well. The opening riff of this song reminds me alot of billy talent, another one of my favorite bands. If they stay together for a while they could go very big.
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