Lyrics Conor Oberst – Kick

Kick you know you’re still a kid
And your diets too full of additives
Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth
Dreaming that you’re hopping a fence

This world must have it out for you
From the shores of Montauk out to Malibu
The trappings of a name you never could escape
These people want to live in the past
Some golden age that they never had

I thought we lost that Camelot
I thought we lost that Camelot
Some children’s story we forgot
Grew old so long ago
Kick it’s hard to find a friend
In a place that is so cruel and partisan
You should go in style to Stockholm for a while
Live outside oblivion’s lens

Some day you’ll have a fine divorce
And a cemetery plot in Hyannis Port
Next time you close your eyes on a helicopter ride
I hope you see it isn’t your fault
I hope you know it isn’t your fault

I thought they shot that Camelot
I thought they shot that Camelot
Whoever shot this movie-stock
B roll said the show must go on

Laying in an office on an old chaise lounge
Listening to the doctor drone
There is no therapeutic feeling once the shock wears off
You answer every question «No»

Hiding in a hamlet with the shades pulled down
Wondering if the story’s broke
Tragedy is profit once the word gets out
Tabloids at the country store

Searching under tables when the bars closed down
Said somebody stole your phone
Now there is no one to talk to but these trust fund drunks
Should have brought a chaperone

Kick I’d love to help you but I just don’t count
Friendship makes you paranoid
I don’t believe in curses but I just might now
You never really had a choice
Like all your broken toys

Kick you know this life is rich
But pleasure is not the same as happiness
But if you don’t collide with the traffic in your mind
I think you’ll find your way out of this
I hope you find your way out of this