My First Car (Live at Madison Square Garden) - Vulfpeck

We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children About the world ending and the scale of my ambition And how much is art really worth? The very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most But you need your rotten heart, your dazzling pain like diamond rings You need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape Just when you think you have it figured out Something new begins to take What strangе claws are these scratching at my skin? I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology 'Cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king And I was never as good as I always thought I was But I knew how to dress it up I was never satisfied, it never let me go Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show

Sometimes, I wonder if I should be medicated If I would feel better just lightly sedated The feeling comes so fast and I cannot control it I'm on fire, but I'm trying not to show it As it picks me up, puts me down It picks me up, puts me down Picks me up, puts me down A hundred times a day It picks me up, puts me down Chews me up, spits me out Picks me up, puts me down I'm always running from something I push it back, but it keeps on coming And being clever never got me very far Because, it's all in my head "You're too sensitive", they said I said, "Okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital" (As it) picks me up, puts me down Picks me up, puts me down Picks me up, puts me down A hundred times a day Picks me up, puts me down Chews me up, spits me out Picks me up, puts me down But I hear the music, I feel the beat And for a moment, when I'm dancing, I am free I hear the music, I feel the beat And for a moment, when I'm dancing (I am free) (I am free) Is this how it is? Is this how it's always been? To exist in the face of suffering and death And somehow still keep singing? Oh, like Christ up on a cross Who died for us, who died for what? Oh, don't you wanna call it off? But there is nothing else that I know how to do But to open up my arms and give it all to you 'Cause I hear the music, I feel the beat And for a moment, when I'm dancing (I am free) I am free I am free I am free