Cliché Guevara (Live At Austin City Limits)

And we will keep
Ourselves in a place
Where it's easy
To hold onto
And as the last threats came and went
And this is the way
That wars are played
Always heading for a front
Heading for a front
Hey, did we go
Into the obscurity
Of an easy to pass on feeling
Objection
Is so cliché
A new way on
A new way on
A new way on
A new way on

So can you pop
Sensibilities
Sing me the end
Of the world?
Turn gunshots and mortar blasts
Into a metaphore
Of how we are all the same
Well there's a lot of things, that should be said, said
So we're
Hammering six strings
Machine gun in audible voices
This is the party
We came for
A new way on
A new way on
A new way on
A new way
We stand
In a matrix
Of motion
In a world that
Is constantly
Revolving
With plans of
Invasion
And arms races
Racing
Yeah, we rock, we rock
We rock, we rock
To the new sensation
A new way on
A new way on
A new way on
A new way