I huff gasoline from your shirt   and blur the questions that no one could ever answer   I empty my head of all that I know   seems like the best view is the one from below      we are anti-movements, we are anti-anti   one time we believed but now we dont even try   and I cant cut a rug, without my fashion drugs   inebriation leads revelation      gettin down in the town that makes no sound   you say there's nothing wrong but I dont hear it      I will burn your love letters in a parking deck   where I have harbored great things that I will never confess   we keep fresh paint on the countenance   now we keep it simple but make it more complex      we are anti-movements, we are anti-anti   one time we believed but now its passé and cliché   and she'll say anything to make you move again   but is it the truth? I dont care if it is