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And I had a vision: It was Craig Finn in a car collision It was southern California schisms in the Michigan prisons It was pyramid schemes and it was new religions It was bar sharks, it was street rats It was alley cats and they were feasting on the city pigeons It was the south-west corner Where Milwaukee hits division that I had a vision It was perspiration It was fever dreams and it was wild delusions It was hallucinations It was virgin visits, conversion experiences It was close to the connection Where the market hits the mission I was sitting in the back of the taqueria watching television It was the suspended animation of fear Mixed with beer, mixed with indecision It was factories and their emissions It was dumb kids in their hard-rock hip-hop bands Trying to share with me their wisdom Night pants are my least favourite fashion SongtexteYou feel like you're slumming You look like you're swimming You think you're dancing You look like you're drowning And I had a vision: It was Craig Finn in a car collision I had a revelation: It was Craig Finn getting sick at your Christmas celebration And it was drugs that made your party Seem like a party that was created in climation It was drugs that didn't seem to have purpose Except for maybe recreation It was the statues in the park, Screaming in the dark Taunting all the teens, saying: "We need some desecration" It's how you and me And me and you And you and me And me and you And you and me And me and you and all our friends Are under observation They got the cameras With infra-red vision They got the radiation To remedy the gunshots They've got cops and they've got soldiers Stationed round the nation I've got a heart set on salvation I'm gonna give a demonstration And I had a revelation It was Craig Finn getting sick At your Christmas celebration And I had a fever dream It was Craig Finn getting caught up In the downside of the hardcore scene It was tongue studs It was gun runs It was St. Paul bars And St. Cloud speed It was the denim And all the scratched up skin It was the bars, and the scars It was the sunflower seeds It was shady strangers Coming crawling from the wreckage Screaming, "I got what you need! I got what you need!" It was the shady, shady strangers Coming crawling from the wreckage Screaming, "I got what you need! You got 40 bucks for me!" I said, "Say can you see By the dawn's early light The kids coming up from the underground? I think everything's gonna be alright" I said, "Say can you see By the dawn's early light The kids rising up from the underground? I think everything's gonna be alright" And I had a fever dream It was Craig Finn getting caught up In the dark side of the hardcore scene And I had a fever dream St. Paul bars, St. Cloud speed And I had a fever dream It was the scars, the bars It was the sunflower seeds And I had a fever dream It was Craig Finn getting caught up In the downside of the hardcore scene I came to in the nude In the cage in the zoo Blood dripping from my mouth Like I was some kind of Dracula Wrapped in tattered taffeta This is MIT America This is MIT America Wrapped in tattered taffeta And we are in Minneapolis Passed out in a party dress Passed out in a party dress Well hello, Miss Minneapolis And all these hipster kids Will lead you straight into the emptiness And all these hipster kids Are marching straight towards all the emptiness I woke up in stadium seating With a message on the movie screen that said, "Hey Craig Finn, don't let your dreams Go down with your scene" I woke up in stadium seats With a message on the movie screen that said, "Hey Craig Finn, don't let your dreams Go down with your scene" The rail drinks have their mixers The finalists have pixels These hipster chicks would serve no purpose If not for hipster pictures Stylists and models And lightings and sightings And scar mats Never enough cash Songs about songs Films about films Photographs of photographs I'm gonna tell you from experience These hipster kids Will lead you straight into that emptiness Listen up, late night girls And late night boys These late night lifestyles Lead to a late twenties melted void I'm gonna tell you from experience These hipster kids Are gonna lead you straight into the emptiness Aus Songtexte Mania