Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don’t Lyrics
I am heaven sent
Don't you dare forget
I am all you've ever wanted
What all the other boys all promised
Sorry I told
I just needed you to know
I think in decimals and dollars
I am the cause to all your problems
Shelter from cold
We are never alone
Coordinate brain and mouth
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out
I wish I knew
[Verse 2]
I hope this song starts a craze
The kinda song that ignites the airwaves
The kinda song that makes people glad to be where they are
With whoever they're there with
This is war
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore
Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose
Don't have the cure for
Holding on to your grudge
Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love
And keeping quiet is hard
'Cause you can't keep a secret
If it never was a secret to start
At least pretend you didn't wanna get caught
We're concentrating on falling apart
We were contenders, we're throwing the fight
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
In us
[Verse 3]
Oh, we're so c-c-c-c-c-controversial
We are entirely smooth
We admit to the truth
We are the best at what we do
And these are the words you wish you wrote down
This is the way you wish your voice sounds
Handsome and smart
Oh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body
That works harder than my heart
And it's all from watching TV
And from speeding up my breathing
Wouldn't stop if I could
Oh, it hurts to be this good
You're holding on to your grudge
Oh, it hurts to always have to be
Honest with the one that you love
Oh, so let it go
We're concentrating on falling apart
We were contenders, we're throwing the fight
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
We're concentrating on falling apart
We were contenders, we're throwing the fight
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
In us
[Bridge]
This is the grace only we can bestow
This is the price you pay for loss of control
This is the break in the bend
This is the closest of calls
This is the reason you're alone
This is the rise and the fall!
[Chorus]
We're concentrating on falling apart
We were contenders, we're throwing the fight
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
We're concentrating on falling apart
We were contenders, we're throwing the fight
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
I just wanna believe
In us
About
Although it has universally been recognised as the quintessential “emo brag track”, and the best case for the popular “Jesse Lacey is a huge dick” theory, Tommy Gun, when it came out, was given a very, very different sense by listeners.
In 2003, it was clear to many that the song was specifically aimed at Adam Lazzara from Taking Back Sunday. When Deja Entendu was written, Lacey and John Nolan, then in TBS, had mended their friendship and were close as ever.
Nolan was having a bad time in his friendship with Lazzara, however, affected by a hefty collection of events including Lazzara cheating on Nolan’s sister, abusing drugs and alcohol, and making fun of Nolan’s concern for his fragile mental health.
After Nolan departed from TBS because of this, Lacey was especially aggressive towards Lazzara, doing everything in his power to rid him of his friends and reputation as retaliation for hurting the Nolans—something for which Lazzara never forgave Lacey. This song is one instance of it, and it cuts deep.
Lacey, here, sings in the point of view of Lazzara in an exaggerated, mocking manner—the arrogance, the famous stutter, and the bragging about misdeeds and disrespect that drove Nolan away, all align, among others.
There is even a reference to Lazzara’s notable use of TV/movie characters to define his own personality (his obsession with Fight Club, in particular). The title comes from the “Angels With Filthy Souls” parody in Home Alone 2:
Alright. I believe you, but my Tommy Gun don’t!
Get down on your knees and tell you love me!"
This isn’t the brag track people nowadays make it out to be. However, it’s a pretty mean and hypocritical one—who’s holding on to their grudge, here, Jesse? Also, making fun of someone’s pathological stutter isn’t really fair play. Pick your own fights!
Q&A
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