Noah Gundersen
Terrible Freedom
[Verse 1]
Andy, let’s make this a good one
No more fucking around
Let’s give ‘em a reason to turn this record up loud
‘Cause I’m tired of listening to music
It all sounds the same to me now
I’ve already heard everything that they’re singing about
Sometimes I think about Elvis
And how cool it would be to be king
Drowning in pussy
So full of shit, you can’t breathe
[Verse 2]
There’s a portrait of young Marlon Brando
Tattooed to the top of my arm
With that classically tragic American magic and charm
When he danced his last tango in Paris
As a miserable mess of a man
Ruined by love, or the idea of, I began to understand
How the price of this terrible freedom
We thought was in such high demand
Eats through your flags as your confidence sags
'Til you’re shrouded in shadow
Lonely and morbidly fat
[Refrain]
You had a real good run
You had a lot of fun
And whatever you become, now that it’s over
That’s up to you
[Outro]
Something is happening here, and you don’t know what it is
There’s changes in the weather, there’s lightning on the ridge
And somebody somewhere says this is the end
My beautiful friend
My beautiful friend
My beautiful friend