Angel-Headed Hipsters

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I saw us slinging our way through the night,
Caught in the agony of a beautiful idea

Falling into a new faith,
We angel-headed hipsters
We celestial-boned shakers
Triumphant and lost,
This chaos of peace the new religion

Coffee shop talks
Branded do-nothings
Don't you know we're trying to change the world?

Trip-hopping silver-tongued down
The roadways of life
Dim-hoping lead-limbed through
The graying mire

We red-throated screamers
We know-nothing dreamers
Start flames with our minds
And pray they forever burn
Here's to hoping we light the world on fire.

These star-pointed ideas
This hope-painted need

I saw us biting our way through this night,
Raging against the loss of a perfect deed

Pissing into the wind,
We love-blinded deviants
We self-ordained misfits
Chaotic and young,
This deep-drawn love the old religion

Bar-stool philosophy
Labeled save-nothings
Don't you know we're forging our own way?

Sleep-walking white-faithed through
The frenetic bustle of life
Sharp-gazing clear-headed through
The disorder of one mind

We still-jaded believers
We horizon-bound redeemers
Build towers with our lives
And pray they always hold
Here's to hoping we make this stand our pyre.

This white-hot touch
This doubt-vanquished trust

I saw us slinging our way through the night,
Caught in the agony of a beautiful idea.