Bells and Whistles - Bright Eyes

Lyrics by：Conor Oberst/Alex Orange Drink

Arranged by：Nathaniel Walcott

Produced by：Bright Eyes

I was cruel like a president

It was wrong but I ordered it

Lost some limbs in an accident

Playing God

At a table down at Edendale

Didn't feel good wasn't eating well

In the photo booth made me hate myself

What a slob

It's hard now to imagine it

The currency was all counterfeit

Diana's face was scattered to the mob

Expensive jokes and cheap thrills cost a lot

Zach's staggering down bleecker street

The label asked for a meet and greet

I agreed reluctantly I couldn't be alone

Signed a sleeve for a teenager

It felt just like a harbinger

I was shaking hands with the manicured

Worked my fingers to the bone

No you shouldn't go home with the SoHo girl

'Cause she only wants materials

And you shouldn't place bets on the New York Mets

'Cause at best it's hypothetical

Expensive seats in a field of dreams

U-turns in limousines

Got to get around the detour when it's blocked

Bells and whistles fancy cheap thrills cost a lot

No you shouldn't make noise with those Bay Ridge boys

When they're drunk man it's impossible

Secondhand amps and a bent up crash

The band sounds like an animal

Cheap seats and broken dreams

U-turns in limousines

Gotta kick in the door when it's locked

Bells and whistles cheap thrills cost a lot