I'm Sick of This American Life

Screw you, kid, I've got nothing to say
Quit bugging me, go away
High time you realize
I didn't come here to socialize
 
I'm sick
Sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
 
I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep 'em stuffed, museum-style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around
 
I'm sick
Sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice


Quoth the Johns:

We wrote and recorded this in a single afternoon on a dare from Sarah Vowell from This American Life while she waited at a coffee shop for us to finish. She offered us money to write a song spontaneously, as part of her report on Dial-A-Song, and, while we turned down the dough, we rose to the bait and cooked this thing up. Nice obvious use of some simple drum loops, and no bass instrument in sight-which I find intriguing and pretty random. The lyrics cannibalize some of what was going to become "Cyclops Rock" probably because they were sitting around at the moment.

—John Flansburgh
[source: They Got Lost promotional email, November 6, 2002]



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