This Song Is Like Thunder and Lightning in a Wide Open Field lyrics

So it seems
We've arrived in a place in time
Where the words you write
Don't mean a goddamn thing
It's embarrassing is all
When the most pedestrian
Of things to say are held in high regard
A car crash is not an art
Someday you'll see

These arts-and-crafts-type politicians
With their barrel up to the temple parading this
Hindsight's one motherf*cker
How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess?
If they start throwing horns
I'm cutting off their fingers

I'm seeing stars and picking bullsh*t out of dialogue
I'm poking holes in stories that inflate what people really are
(Stop strangling me)
Because your world will burn, you'll see
Flip the pages 'til your f*cking fingers bleed

These arts-and-crafts-type politicians
With their barrel up to the temple parading this
Hindsight's one motherf*cker
How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess?
I suggest the new Bohemia can burn in hell
And all those clinging to it
Next up are the starched collars
And watch those f*cking flames spread
Not predicated, I am medicated to see this through
And right through you

Your predictable vocabulary and your point of view
Will never meet my better side
I'll never welcome you

These arts-and-crafts-type politicians
With their barrel up to the temple parading this
Hindsight's one motherf*cker
How could you pour your heart and soul into this mess?
If they start throwing horns I'm cutting off their fingers
If they'll hold on at all