Little Triggers
Falcon Lyrics


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Ain't nothing worth watching on the TV today,
And I can't stand working, and there ain't no shade.
Prayer is for weaklings. I'm banking n luck,
This city, my looks, and not giving a fuck.

It seems like these days we're all sinking fast.
These days turned to weeks, now we're too weak to last.
Little Triggers, how to you do?
I've been waiting, waiting for you.

You look around, the sky is dead brown.
The remnants of the work week are scattered around.
I hear it's raining on the outside.
Well these veins are burning this gasoline tonight.

Remember the hippies? Well that's us these days.
Hang another flag on this watery grave.




It all went down and it's still going down.
Yeah, it's all going down...oh.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Falcon The's song Little Triggers describe a sense of disillusionment and hopelessness towards the current state of society. The singer expresses frustration with the lack of entertainment on TV and dissatisfaction with work. They reject the idea of relying on prayer and instead believe in relying on their looks and luck to get by. The singer observes a sense of collective despair in society, referring to "we" sinking fast, turning from days to weeks, and becoming too weak to last.


The chorus is addressed to "Little Triggers," possibly a metaphor for a potential catalyst or inspiration for change. The singer has been waiting for this trigger to create a shift in their life or in society as a whole. The second verse continues the bleak tone, describing a dreary landscape and the remnants of a long work week. The singer notes that while it may be raining outside, they are burning with inner turmoil and anxiety.


Line by Line Meaning

Ain't nothing worth watching on the TV today,
There's nothing interesting to watch on TV today,


And I can't stand working, and there ain't no shade.
I hate working under the sun with no shade,


Prayer is for weaklings. I'm banking on luck,
I don't believe in prayer, I just hope for good luck,


This city, my looks, and not giving a fuck.
I rely on my appearance and carelessness to survive in the city,


It seems like these days we're all sinking fast.
The world is deteriorating quickly these days,


These days turned to weeks, now we're too weak to last.
Time has passed and we're too exhausted to keep going,


Little Triggers, how do you do?
Hello, Little Triggers, what's up?


I've been waiting, waiting for you.
I've been anticipating your arrival,


You look around, the sky is dead brown.
The sky is gloomy and uninviting,


The remnants of the work week are scattered around.
Work leftovers are visible all around,


I hear it's raining on the outside.
I hear it's raining in the world outside,


Well these veins are burning this gasoline tonight.
I'm ready to go out and have fun tonight,


Remember the hippies? Well that's us these days.
We've become the modern day versions of hippies,


Hang another flag on this watery grave.
Let's keep going despite the obstacles and perils we face,


It all went down and it's still going down.
Everything is falling apart and it doesn't seem to be improving.




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