Letra de The Catastrophe (Good Luck With That, Man) - Car Seat Headrest

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Signs point in every direction, advertising a one-night heaven

Got no clue what's driving us

Blind as hell and burning up with your love

Practice my practical math and hide in the van while I'm counting the cashbox

Beads of sweat falling one by one at a Valero station in the California sun

Denver to Salt Lake, nine-hour drive

With a breakdown in Rawlins, stuck at the diner

Keep one eye on the time zone changes

Two weeks to go and it feels like ages

"We should start a band, lose all touch with the real world"

"Good luck with that, man..."

And that was the start of a major catastrophe

Stuck in the smallest greenroom!

No way out except through the main room

An hour to kill with the shirts on our back, four dead phones, and a cigarette packet

Hear ye discouraged workers

You who hurt and don't deserve it

Time is short and life is rough

But you've still got the weekend to bury the pearls of your love

If you think you're unworthy of life

If you're tired of just playing nice

If you're looking for one light of hope

Amidst the pile of bones

Well you can come with us tonight

Maybe you can recognize it as somewhere close to home

Is it the sickness or you that's talking?

Is it the sickness or you that's talking?

Did it leave a stain on the upholstery?

Are you still breathing?

Can you hear my heart beat?

Is my love true?

Are you still afraid of me?

Is my love true?

Are you still afraid of me?

Can you make it work?

Is this kind of dumb?

Does it put the ram in the ramalamadingdong?

Is the exit soon?

Is there a problem, officer?

Is the exit soon?

Is there a problem, officer? Did I hear it wrong?

Am I stating the obvious?

Can you hear it now?

Won't you tell me what time it is?

Is the accusation from you or the sickness?

Is the accusation from you or the sickness?

Is it OPD?

Is it just your opinion?

Does it give hope to the starving millions?

I've driven through the desert of irony

Driven all around and I've seen a great many

Bones, dry bones in American towns

Bones, dry bones in American towns

Kids who don't know why they bleed

Because they couldn't meet their parents' needs

They are bones, dry bones in American towns

Bones, dry bones in American towns

Will you restore these parts to holiness?

This thick head, this broken heart, these bones...

We could be alive in the here and now

But only if you show us how

These bones, dry bones are gonna walk around

These bones, dry bones in American towns

These bones, dry bones in Cincinnati, Maple Valley, San Francisco, San Diego, Phoenix, Dallas, Kansas City...

Ran out in any direction

One more time to reach perfection

Got no clue what's driving us

Blind as hell and burning up with your love

If you think you're unworthy of life

If you're tired of just playing nice

If you're looking for one light of hope

Inside the last days of Rome

Well you can come with us tonight

Maybe you can recognize

There's still some life inside these

These bones, dry bones in American towns...

Bones, dry bones in American towns...

These bones, dry bones in American towns...

Bones, dry bones in American towns...

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