Overdose
The Me-Janes Lyrics
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Oh boy have we got a great story to tell
A three second epic straight from the gates of hell
We're the rejected lives grasping recycled lines
Selling our clichéd words to the weak tonight
We're the tightly wound marionettes
Controlled by the strings above our heads
Applaud the spokesman who's ever so loyal to his sheep
When did the words lose all of their meaning
I'm not gonna bend myself over once again
All us traitors share ties with executives upstairs
The new recruit better not stutter as he writes to the blueprint
They've passed down from those who came before
Paint on your face I hear you've been practicing quite hard
The girl at the bar is impressed with your call to arms
Set me aside, oh, and satirise cause I'm lost
Dazzled and confused amidst these neon lights
You aren't the broken and the rejected
No longer will my sewn mouth scream secrets internally
We're manufactured, mechanical salvation
Desperation to break out is my treasured clotting incision
What this place needs is another worthwhile overdose
To cull the overwhelming inefficiency of greed
Are the symptoms appealing to the half-hearted you seek
You speak with a stolen tongue and you'll dissolve over the horizon
You'll dissolve over the fucking horizon
The Me-Janes's song Overdose is a commentary on the music industry and the personas that musicians create in order to achieve success. The song's lyrics speak to the idea that musicians are often manufactured and controlled by record labels and other powerful figures in the industry. The band describes themselves as rejected lives who are selling clichéd words to the weak. The lines "All us traitors share ties with executives upstairs" and "We're manufactured, mechanical salvation" further emphasize the idea that musicians are being used for profit by those in power.
The song also touches on the idea that musicians often lose their creativity and authenticity when they are forced to conform to these manufactured personas. The line "When did the words lose all of their meaning" expresses the frustration of being forced to use recycled lines and clichés in order to be successful. The chorus, "What this place needs is another worthwhile overdose" can be interpreted as a call for authenticity and a rejection of the manufactured personas that are so common in the industry.
Overall, Overdose is a message to musicians and fans alike to question the authenticity of the music that is being produced and to strive for creativity and originality in a world where musicians are often manipulated and controlled by those in power.
Line by Line Meaning
As a matter of urgency we must be un-earthed
It's urgent that we expose ourselves and tell our story
Oh boy have we got a great story to tell
We have an epic story to tell
A three second epic straight from the gates of hell
Our story is intense and powerful, like it's from hell
We're the rejected lives grasping recycled lines
We are struggling and unoriginal, using clichéd phrases
Selling our clichéd words to the weak tonight
We're selling our mediocre words to those who can't see through them
We're the tightly wound marionettes
We're like puppets being controlled by someone else
Controlled by the strings above our heads
The ones controlling us are higher up, not visible to us
Applaud the spokesman who's ever so loyal to his sheep
People blindly follow and praise the one speaking for the masses
You're not gonna get what you want out of me
I won't give in to your demands
When did the words lose all of their meaning
Words have lost their impact and significance
I'm not gonna bend myself over once again
I won't submit to your authority again
All us traitors share ties with executives upstairs
Those of us who rebel against authority still have connections to those in power
The new recruit better not stutter as he writes to the blueprint / They've passed down from those who came before
Newcomers should follow the established rules to fit in
Paint on your face I hear you've been practicing quite hard
You've been trying hard to look a certain way
The girl at the bar is impressed with your call to arms
Someone is swayed by your rhetoric
Set me aside, oh, and satirise cause I'm lost
Satirize and ignore me because I don't know what to do
Dazzled and confused amidst these neon lights
We're overwhelmed and disoriented in this flashy environment
You aren't the broken and the rejected
You're not like us who are struggling and rejected
No longer will my sewn mouth scream secrets internally
I won't keep quiet anymore about what I know and feel
We're manufactured, mechanical salvation
We're like products being mass-produced and offered as a solution
Desperation to break out is my treasured clotting incision
I desperately want to escape and that motivation is like a healing wound
What this place needs is another worthwhile overdose
This place needs another big change to fix its problems
To cull the overwhelming inefficiency of greed
To reduce the excessive and harmful effects of greed
Are the symptoms appealing to the half-hearted you seek
Are you attracted to the superficial and uninvested ones you pursue?
You speak with a stolen tongue and you'll dissolve over the horizon
You're not trustworthy and you won't last long in the future
You'll dissolve over the fucking horizon
You'll end up disappearing completely
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Justin Bortignon
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@norcal209
Slappin this in march 2024 right before i turn myself to the Modesto Stanislaus county jail.
@spiritualmiracle7557
who still slappin this shit hard
@hatduken5421
are you referring to the song or fapping?
@kdcoop5120
song bruh
@austintinus7255
RAY MAN right here man
@pinkystinky6834
me😝😝😝😝
@johnbarry5508
on the average rn know as we speak
@fopgang1408
I'll never stop listening to this.
@Rubirosa169
Wrd this shit a classic.
@wsep1phany684
Me neither