I've been told,
Life's not a joke you should laugh about,
Once you're old,
You'll know what I'm talking about.
But I won't grow old.
I smiled & denied,
I guess I've earned,
The shaking heads I got replied.
No so many stones to throw
No so many places to go
(so many places to go)
I quit my job,
And worked for six or seven bucks at a bar,
I won't get far,
Making chicks drunk so I took off,
I got in the van,
Take me somewhere I don't care where,
I thought I'd return,
And be someone, but no one cared.
Come what may I will sing along to the National on the radio
Don't fall asleep in my fake empire.
After the show,
We always met on the highest floor,
Danny's home?
The windowsill next to the door,
We should have known,
Once you fall there's no way back on,
Life's not a joke,
Guess they were right & I was wrong.
The National Video (MV)
Performed By: BLACKOUT PROBLEMS
Length: 3:40
Written by: Marcus Schwarzbach, Mario Radetzky, Michael Dreilich
BLACKOUT PROBLEMS - The National Lyrics
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I've been told,
Life's not a joke you should laugh about,
Once you're old,
You'll know what I'm talking about.
But I won't grow old.
I smiled & denied,
I guess I've earned,
The shaking heads I got replied.
No so many stones to throw
No so many places to go
(so many places to go)
I quit my job,
And worked for six or seven bucks at a bar,
I won't get far,
Making chicks drunk so I took off,
I got in the van,
Take me somewhere I don't care where,
I thought I'd return,
And be someone, but no one cared.
Come what may I will sing along to the National on the radio
Don't fall asleep in my fake empire.
After the show,
We always met on the highest floor,
Danny's home?
The windowsill next to the door,
We should have known,
Once you fall there's no way back on,
Life's not a joke,
Guess they were right & I was wrong.
Life's not a joke you should laugh about,
Once you're old,
You'll know what I'm talking about.
But I won't grow old.
I smiled & denied,
I guess I've earned,
The shaking heads I got replied.
No so many stones to throw
No so many places to go
(so many places to go)
I quit my job,
And worked for six or seven bucks at a bar,
I won't get far,
Making chicks drunk so I took off,
I got in the van,
Take me somewhere I don't care where,
I thought I'd return,
And be someone, but no one cared.
Come what may I will sing along to the National on the radio
Don't fall asleep in my fake empire.
After the show,
We always met on the highest floor,
Danny's home?
The windowsill next to the door,
We should have known,
Once you fall there's no way back on,
Life's not a joke,
Guess they were right & I was wrong.
Writer: Marcus Schwarzbach, Mario Radetzky, Michael Dreilich
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing