Kimya Dawson: Come on, take a dare Stephan Jenkins: No. *KD laughs* See, it's working. I told you this would work KD: You're never going to find any peace. You're like a haunted house at midnight (?). Come on Everyone is so self-righteous Lift your head again and try this If you want this, I do And I want this, but I can't break through And I can see you begin to glow Everyone is so self-righteous Get up everyone now We're all on our own now Lift your head again try this And feel you, I do And I want this, but I can't break through And your burning lights red and blue Everyone is so self-righteous Where have you sinners gone? All you sinners What's ours is ours And we're all alone (Where have you sinners gone?) What's ours is ours And outside rain (Where have you sinners gone?) It's just a shower (All of you sinners) And then I feel you breathe (Where have you sinners gone?) And I let go the hours (All of you sinners) And I feel your skin (Where have you sinners gone?) And I let you in (All you sinners) And that's my dream (Where have you sinners gone?) Again and again I feel the hours Sliding by (Everyone is so self-righteous) Get up on your own, now Way up all alone (?), now Lift your head again and try this Do you want this, in you You're the only thing that's real And we don't need to beg or steal SJ: I actually like that thing that the idea that what you're wearing is worn by somebody who's probably been dead for a hundred years KD: Alright. *Laughs* KD: Everyone is so self-righteous KD: Everyone is so self-righteous