A Tribute to Andrew Jackson Jihad

Fuck, I'm so in love with this band. I thought Conor Oberst was my musical artist soulmate, but goddamn this band is fantastic. Please observe the the following lyrics:

"People" by Andrew Jackson Jihad

People are wasteful, they waste all the food.
People are hateful, and people are rude.
But God I love some people sometimes
because people are very very special.
And people are impatient,
they dont know how to wait.
And people are selfish,
people are prone to hate.
But God I love some people sometimes
because people are the greatest thing to happen.
I said God I love some people sometimes
because people are the greatest thing to happen.
And People are people, regardless of skin.
And people are people, regardless of creed.
People are people regardless of gender
people are people regardless of anything.
I said People are people regardless of gender
people are people regardless of anything.
And people are my religion
because I believe in them.
People are my enemies and people are my friends.
I have faith in my fellow man,
and I only hope that he has faith in me.
I said I have faith in my fellow man,
and I only hope that he has faith in me.

"People II: The Reckoning" by Andrew Jackson Jihad

Nobody knows everything
We know this to be true
Everything is difficult except what’s in front of you
But it’s complicated even under your nose
Bullshit math equations
Your highs and your lows

And your manic depression
It comes and it goes
Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
And you’re in fight or flight mode

How’s the world so small when the world is so large?
And what made the world
Could I please speak to who’s in charge?
Everything is real
But it’s also just as fake
From your daughter’s birthday party
To your grandmother’s wake

And your bipolar illness
It comes and it goes
Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
And you’re in fight or flight mode

I’ve tried to know which words to sing so many times
I tried to know which chord to play
And I tried to make it rhyme
I tried to find the key that all good songs are in
And I tried to find that notes to make that great, resounding din
But there’s a bad man in everyone
No matter who we are
There’s a rapist and a Nazi living in our tiny hearts
Child pornographers and cannibals, and politicians too
There’s someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you

So here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
People love you more
Oh nevermind
In fucking fact Mrs. Robinson
The world won’t care whether you live or die
In fucking fact Mrs. Robinson
They probably hate to see your stupid face
So here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
You live in an unforgiving place

"Survival Song" by Andrew Jackson Jihad

I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something quite unfriendly
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep
And that’s how I learned how to survive

And I gave a beer to a bum that was drinking
And I gave some sauce to my bestest friend for cooking
And I gave water to all I thought were thirsty
And that’s how I learned how to survive

I gave my money to the bank for safe keeping
And I gave my money to my landlord he was needing it
And I gave attention to the T.V. that was bleeding
And that’s how I learned how to survive

But if you ain’t got the do-re-mi boys
If you got the do-re-mi
Well you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California’s a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do-re-mi

And we totally ripped off a man named Woody Gutherie
And I bought a restaurant for his son named Alice
And I fed false information to the audience
And that’s how I learned how to survive

And I give a thank-you to my father for not raising me
And I give a finger to my step-father for beating me
And I give props to myself for achieving
And goddamn I’m glad that I survived
And goddamn I’m surprised that I survived

We just handed you a giant load of gibberish
And I give love to a lover quite deserving of it
And I give thanks to all of you for listening
To the story of how we learned how to survive