I was cruel like a president
It was wrong but I ordered it
Lost some limbs in an accident
Playing God
At a table down at Edendale
Didn't feel good, wasn't eating well
In the photo booth made me hate myself
What a slob

It's hard now to imagine it
The currency was all counterfeit
Diana's face was scattered to the mob
Expensive jokes and cheap thrills cost a lot

Zach's staggering down Bleecker Street
The label asked for a meet and greet
I agreed reluctantly, oh, I couldn't be alone
Signed a sleeve for a teenager
It felt just like a harbinger
I was shaking hands with the manicured
Worked my fingers to the bone

No, you shouldn't go home with the SoHo girl
'Cause she only wants materials
And you shouldn't place bets on the New York Mets
'Cause at best it's hypothetical
Expensive seats in a field of dreams
U-turns in limousines
Got to get around the detour when it's blocked
Bells and whistles, fancy cheap thrills cost a lot

No, you shouldn't make noise with those Bay Ridge boys
When they're drunk, man, it's impossible
Secondhand amps, a bent up crash
The band sounds like an animal
Cheap seats and broken dreams
U-turns in limousines
Gotta kick in the door when it's locked
Bells and whistles, cheap thrills cost a lot Writer/s: Alex Orange Drink, Conor Oberst
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Rough Trade Publishing
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