Lamé
Lamb of God (as Burn the Priest) Lyrics
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How can you afford to throw me those looks
When you haven't pulled the bloody wool
From over your eyes yet?
How can you say those things to me
When you haven't pulled the boot of the past
Out of your mouth?
Tepid morals personality set
For easy calibration knowledge of importance paramount
Marooned a suicidal caste deal
With isolation grease the wheels chameleon
Sliding through social strata and yet you still whine
Your conviction is merely iconographic
I'm so sick of hearing you whine, shut up
In the song "Lame" by Lamb of God (as Burn the Priest), the lyrics express frustration towards someone who speaks ill of the singer without realizing their own flaws. The first few lines mock the person for giving judgmental looks without acknowledging their own ignorance. The song questions how the person can criticize the singer when they haven't dealt with their own issues, referring to the "boot of the past" in their mouth.
The next lines describe this person as having no strong convictions or morals and going along with what is easy or convenient. They are compared to a chameleon who can adapt to different social groups but still complains. The use of the word "iconographic" suggests that the person's beliefs are merely surface-level and lacking in real substance.
Overall, "Lame" is a scathing criticism of someone who is quick to judge others without recognizing their own flaws and shortcomings.
Line by Line Meaning
Whine, whine, whine
Complaining constantly, non-stop
How can you afford to throw me those looks
Why do you think you're better than me?
When you haven't pulled the bloody wool
You don't see the truth
From over your eyes yet?
You're still living in a fantasy world
How can you say those things to me
Why are you being rude to me?
When you haven't pulled the boot of the past
You haven't dealt with your own issues
Out of your mouth?
Stop talking nonsense
Tepid morals personality set
You have weak and unimpressive morals
For easy calibration knowledge of importance paramount
Trying too hard to act like you know what's important
Marooned a suicidal caste deal
You're socially isolated and feel hopeless
With isolation grease the wheels chameleon
You use isolation to change forms like a chameleon
Sliding through social strata and yet you still whine
You're still complaining even though you're succeeding in life
Your conviction is merely iconographic
You're only pretending to be strong in your beliefs
I'm so sick of hearing you whine, shut up
I'm tired of listening to you complain, please stop
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ABE SPEAR, CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON
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