Bài hát Going For The Gold Báo Lỗi

There's a voice on the phone

telling what had happened.

Some kind of confusion,

more like a disaster.

And it wondered how you were left unaffected

but you had no knowledge

no, the chemicals covered you.

And so a jury was formed

as more liquor was poured

No need for conviction;

they're not thirsting for justice.

But I slept with the lies

I keep inside my head

I found out I was guilty.

I found out I was guilty.

But I won't be around

for the sentencing,

cause I'm leaving

on the next airplane.


And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify,

they seem adequate to fill up my time.

And if I could talk to myself like I was someone else

well then maybe I could take your advice.

And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.


There's a film on the wall,

makes the people look small

who are sitting beside it

all consumed in the drama.

They must return to their lives

once the hero has died

they will drive to the office

stopping somewhere for coffee

where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene

dispensing their wisdom,

oh dear amateur orators.

they will detail their pain

in some standard refrain

that will recite their sadness

like it's some kind of contest.

Well if it is,

I think I am winning it,

all beaming with confidence

as I make my final lap

the gold medal gleams

so hang it around my neck;

cause I am deserving it--

the champion of idiots.


But a kid carries his Walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha,

I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.

'Cause each note sounds so pure

it just cuts into her

and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.

And now to me everything else,


it just sounds like a lie.