light bulb
We don't dare to dream
More than random flashes of light
Imagery can lead to procreation
Creation leads to another fight
Content enough
In assembly-line routine
Smiling at our neighbors
Making sure to keep
Our yards and our noses clean
With no bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
No bright ideas
No bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
If you're bright enough
To put your head between your knees
And close your eyes and plug your ears
When they tell you not to grieve
Then you can walk away
And find a place that feels like home
Move from job to job
Cover every single track
And spend your life alone
With no bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
No bright ideas
No bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
Well, throw a fit, man
You've got nothing left to lose
But your temper and a clue
If that's the life you choose
Just like pulling rusty metal through your wrist
Get a flash of what you missed
Like a wake-up from an iron fist
Don't hold your tongue
If you think you could be smart
It doesn't matter if you're not
Ignorance is art
Yea, but if art is dead
Then we'll set our homes aflame
Drag our knuckles
And come to terms with the thought
That we're all the same
And we've got no bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
No bright ideas
No bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
More than random flashes of light
Imagery can lead to procreation
Creation leads to another fight
Content enough
In assembly-line routine
Smiling at our neighbors
Making sure to keep
Our yards and our noses clean
With no bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
No bright ideas
No bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
If you're bright enough
To put your head between your knees
And close your eyes and plug your ears
When they tell you not to grieve
Then you can walk away
And find a place that feels like home
Move from job to job
Cover every single track
And spend your life alone
With no bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
No bright ideas
No bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
Well, throw a fit, man
You've got nothing left to lose
But your temper and a clue
If that's the life you choose
Just like pulling rusty metal through your wrist
Get a flash of what you missed
Like a wake-up from an iron fist
Don't hold your tongue
If you think you could be smart
It doesn't matter if you're not
Ignorance is art
Yea, but if art is dead
Then we'll set our homes aflame
Drag our knuckles
And come to terms with the thought
That we're all the same
And we've got no bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
No bright ideas
No bright ideas
Just a light bulb and a cloud
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Writer(s): Jonathan Lorentz
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