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 dead 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