When I saw them live they opened with this.. jeff yelled WE"RE MODERN LIFE IS WAR FROM MARSHALLTOWN, IOWA. THIS SONG IS THE OUTSIDERS. Then the whole venue burst into flames of glory.
Happened when I saw them some years back. It was a pretty huge experience for me, especially as I was in the middle of an existential crisis. I still feel like I'm wasting my life and searching for something I cant find.
Weird, I've been to Marshalltown, didn't know they were from there. Also weird, I'm about 90% certain I've seen you comment somewhere else on YT. hope you beat your addiction brother.
@@robc6022 check out "ibogaine" and "ayahuasca" dude, I've found no better tool for keeping positive changes sustained long enough that they become habits
Me and my friend have a night once every while in which we listen song for song. He brought this song to the table and I want the world to know how much I am thankful for that moment.
Part 1 So what the fuck are you going to do, kid? Still rattling the chains of the gates of the world... But you can't quite pretend. Still tasting youth's bitter exile here in your empty generation's wasteland... Where all the things that you've been clinging to are being ripped from your hands. Restless soul this place will never be your home. And if you wanna have it all... You've gotta let it all go. Before the adult world strings you up and skins your skinny bones clean to the bone. 'Cause all this time you've been searchin' for something real And now the pressure is coming down on you. You've gotta turn this despair inside out and turn it into your way out. 'Cause heaven knows you're sinking and I know we're much the same... So cheers to our rebel hearts... Not just another fuck you... But a bedside love song for a chosen few. We feel like we've been left in the wind to die in the dust... With no one speaking to us... So we are speaking up. Throwing out our anchor against the fear. Your revelation time is near. So try and listen to the voice urging you on... Saying... This is it kid... This is your last chance... And this is the only way to glory... And this is our last dance.
Part 2 I promised myself I wouldn't lead you on. So here it is confused and flawed. As foolish as these words may seem. As foolish as I may be. See, I'm just a factory worker's son from a railroad town. And yeah, I can feel the steel mills rust. But I've been doing my time and I've been thinking about getting out. I'm running fast the other way down a narrow dead end road. I know this won't be the last time I sing "These dreams will be my anchor. These dreams will be the death of me." Through all this I've been feeling like I'm slowly burning out... Nothing is all bad... Nothing is quite right. So I kept inking and screaming from my room... The only way I know how to... I'm calling out to you. I'm calling out to you. Nerves wrapped tight around my spine. I'm past the point of caring what the rest of them think. They've got the fear. They're holding back. And this is for the go-for-broke common-muck few. And this marks the end of an era and the start of something better. What can we do when the war is all around? The veins are constricting the pressure is coming down. What can we do when the war is all around? The veins are constricting. The pressure is coming down. Everyone knows we're living in a world we just can't trust. Left in the wind to die in the dust... So we spoke up. Crazy, Ugly, Illegitimate... Never again. We are the symptom. We are the thorn in the side. They scream 'til it hurts. They can't sleep. I want to be one of them. We try. We bleed. Endless. Broken. White. Lines. And we don't care anymore. I don't give a fuck. 'Cause I'm one of them. Our rebel hearts will turn restless ghosts. They can never truly kill us and we will never truly die.
