Language Of The Dead

Take this lightning off of me
 Too wonderful for me to keep
 All the stories of Ancient Greece
 Agamemnon, great Ulysses
 Everybody talkin' 'bout the language of the dead
 Antiquated murmurs maybe Dylan might've said
 Well I'm not so self assured
 I can barely sing a word
 Fads of the 60's and the 19th century
 Leo Tolstoy and Robert E. Lee
 We got a war on in our duplicity
 Suburban white blasphemy
 Everybody talkin' 'bout the language of the dea
 Antiquated murmurs maybe Dylan might've said
 Well I'm not so self assured
 I can barely sing a word
 You can skim through every book they read
 You can dress a little smarter and claim your hit
 But the weight you've been seeking, you lifted it
 Plagiarize the twenties you never lived
 Take this lightning off of me
 Too wonderful for me to keep
 Throw your idols into the sea
 Dreamers, get your own dream
 Everybody talkin' 'bout the language of the dead
 Antiquated murmurs maybe Dylan might've said
 Well I'm not so self assured
 I can barely sing a word
 Well I'm not so self assured
 But I don't need to lift a word