lyrics
We are the products of coincidence
Of non-events
Of 1991.
Rock the record stores and concert halls
We know it all
We rule
Forevermore.
Sing the ballads of the big-haired bands
Throw up your hands
And watch the world move on.
Say goodbye and become the past
The long-lost class
Of '91
Yeah
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered shopping malls.
We invented rock and roll.
We perfected loneliness.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
When the radio's on
But the passion is gone
When the music changes and leaves you
Wherever you are.
We're the fashion victims of coincidence
The consequence
Of 1991.
The pants shrank to microscopic size
Now vacant eyes
They mark us
Dead and gone.
You little fuckers get a few short years
Then check back here
We'll see how far you fell.
'Cause everybody ends up just like this
And no one listens
When you tell 'em
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered cigarettes.
We invented loneliness.
We perfected rock and roll.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little indie kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
To be caught unawares
In a musical chairs
When the record stops and leaves you
Wherever you are.
Wherever you are.
In 1991 they put the first man on the moon.
In 1991 Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In 1991 some monkeys learned to walk upright.
In 1991 God said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT"
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little indie kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little scenester kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
But they'll learn
How it feels to be lost
Ten years out from your prime
Wondering was it the people?
The place?
Or the time?
In a hole like an outline
Of someone long gone
With a memory that grays to a haze
After '91.
Of non-events
Of 1991.
Rock the record stores and concert halls
We know it all
We rule
Forevermore.
Sing the ballads of the big-haired bands
Throw up your hands
And watch the world move on.
Say goodbye and become the past
The long-lost class
Of '91
Yeah
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered shopping malls.
We invented rock and roll.
We perfected loneliness.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
When the radio's on
But the passion is gone
When the music changes and leaves you
Wherever you are.
We're the fashion victims of coincidence
The consequence
Of 1991.
The pants shrank to microscopic size
Now vacant eyes
They mark us
Dead and gone.
You little fuckers get a few short years
Then check back here
We'll see how far you fell.
'Cause everybody ends up just like this
And no one listens
When you tell 'em
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered cigarettes.
We invented loneliness.
We perfected rock and roll.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little indie kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
To be caught unawares
In a musical chairs
When the record stops and leaves you
Wherever you are.
Wherever you are.
In 1991 they put the first man on the moon.
In 1991 Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In 1991 some monkeys learned to walk upright.
In 1991 God said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT"
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little indie kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little scenester kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
But they'll learn
How it feels to be lost
Ten years out from your prime
Wondering was it the people?
The place?
Or the time?
In a hole like an outline
Of someone long gone
With a memory that grays to a haze
After '91.
credits
from Jesus Christ's Supercar,
track released June 27, 2016
Words and music by Jedidiah Jeebus
Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP
Jedidiah Jeebus: vocals
Reeves Jeebus: guitars
Old Man Cropsey: more guitars, vocals
Orlando Jeebus: bass, vocals
Joe Jeebus: drums
Produced by T. Erdelyi and Jeebus
Mixed by Mark Plati
Engineered by Pete deBoer
Additional recording by Matthew Cullen, Roger Alan Nichols and Jedidiah Jeebus
Mastered by Chris Hanszek
Words and music by Jedidiah Jeebus
Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP
Jedidiah Jeebus: vocals
Reeves Jeebus: guitars
Old Man Cropsey: more guitars, vocals
Orlando Jeebus: bass, vocals
Joe Jeebus: drums
Produced by T. Erdelyi and Jeebus
Mixed by Mark Plati
Engineered by Pete deBoer
Additional recording by Matthew Cullen, Roger Alan Nichols and Jedidiah Jeebus
Mastered by Chris Hanszek
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