Faux Revolutionary Letra

Give me a chance (I'm so sick of writing songs)
Use your hips when you dance (Man, you knew me all along)
I'm ready for something that hasn't appeared
and you're making me so angry so far away from here.

I'm so sick of hearing about love
It's so overrated my stomach is sick
It's so easy to forget all of the girls I've ever met
They're replaced easy enough by a pack of cigarettes.
Oh, but cigarettes leave me coughing and wanting and coughing and wanting and wanting more
And all these bottles, they're empty long before I'm satisfied
As whisky seeps through the cracks in all these rough-cut wooden tables
Yeah, existence is crippled by my thoughts tonight as I stumble from the bus closest to my apartment
So close that I can see it spinning. Why am I the only one, the only one standing still?
What was so thrilling about a night on the town?
I can't even remember, I can't even remember, I can't even remember my name, my name
Can't even remember my name

So, put your boots under your pants, you faux revolutionary
Use your hips when you dance
Man, this city is getting so scary.
Give me a chance, I'm so sick of all you faux revolutionaries
Give me a chance, but be wary

Be so wary now, be so wary now, you faux revolutionary now
Be so wary now, be so wary now, you faux revolutionary
Use your hips when you dance
Use your hips on my hips when you dance
Use your hips when you dance
But be wary