Alert the Audience!
The Lawrence Arms Lyrics


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Passive, Aggressive, Confessing, Repressive
Structurally uncertain, transparent, transgressive
I've stumbled into something and I don't know what it is.
All I-beams, bolts and plaster, corners painted in piss.

Mistakes are the brakes that I'm cutting on me.
Fast down the hill, impossibly free.
Faster and faster, I'm burning the gears.
My tears are streaming back into my ears.

My enemies I knew too well, they bickered amongst themselves.
I have a rule, that I love to break.
It ends in tears, cursing and shakes.

I'm a clown and I'm choking on blood, teeth and toungue.
Fuck the spectators, fuck the "he was so young"
Fuck forced sympathy through lifeless glass eyes,
Povichian voyeurs drinking my cries.





Fuck faced trilobites waiting to die.
I can't stand the humor, and I can't stand the lies.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of The Lawrence Arms's song Alert the Audience are filled with contradictions and conflicting emotions that reflect the inner turmoil of the singer. In the first verse, the singer describes himself as passive, aggressive, confessing, repressive and structurally uncertain. These contradictory characteristics are used to express the singer's confusion and his inability to sort out his emotions. He feels transparent and transgressive, as if he is exposing his innermost feelings to the world, but at the same time, he struggles to come to terms with his own emotions.


The second verse brings with it a sense of urgency and a frenzied pace that speaks to the singer's internal struggles. He talks about cutting the brakes and speeding down a hill, feeling free but burning up the gears in the process. He alludes to tears streaming back into his ears and his enemies bickering among themselves. These words express the singer's feelings of self-destruction and isolation. He is essentially self-sabotaging and, at the same time, completely alone in his own mind.


The final verse is the singer's darkest and most aggressive. He describes himself as a choking clown, bleeding and cursed, and cursing others in return. He talks about "fuck[ing] the spectators" who only offer forced sympathy, and the "Povichian voyeurs" who drink in his cries like an audience watching a car crash. The singer feels like everyone is waiting for him to fail and die, and he is defiant in the face of that. He ends with the line "I can't stand the humor, and I can't stand the lies," which sums up his feelings of rebellion and his rejection of the world around him.


Line by Line Meaning

Passive, Aggressive, Confessing, Repressive
The singer is describing their behavior as a mixture of opposing ways of presenting themselves


Structurally uncertain, transparent, transgressive
The singer is unsure about something, but is being open and bold in their actions


I've stumbled into something and I don't know what it is.
The singer has found themselves in a situation they don't understand


All I-beams, bolts and plaster, corners painted in piss.
The setting around the artist is dingy and poorly maintained


Mistakes are the brakes that I'm cutting on me.
The artist is purposefully making mistakes as a way of slowing themselves down


Fast down the hill, impossibly free.
The singer is quickly moving forward with a sense of liberation


Faster and faster, I'm burning the gears.
The singer is pushing themselves harder and harder


My tears are streaming back into my ears.
The artist is crying and feeling overwhelmed


My enemies I knew too well, they bickered amongst themselves.
The artist is familiar with their foes and knows they are not unified


I have a rule, that I love to break.
The artist enjoys breaking their own rules


It ends in tears, cursing and shakes.
Breaking their own rules leads to emotional turmoil for the singer


I'm a clown and I'm choking on blood, teeth and toungue.
The artist is struggling to speak and feels like a clown or joke


Fuck the spectators, fuck the "he was so young"
The singer is angry at the people watching them and their pity


Fuck forced sympathy through lifeless glass eyes,
The singer doesn't want fake sympathy from people they don't respect


Povichian voyeurs drinking my cries.
The singer feels like they're being watched and exploited for others' emotions


Fuck faced trilobites waiting to die.
The artist is referring to the people around them as primitive, outdated creatures


I can't stand the humor, and I can't stand the lies.
The artist is frustrated by people's insincerity and dishonesty




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