Lyrics:

You're walking through the forests where
They feed the trees broken glass
John Lennon and the Rolling Stones
Crooning in plastic bags
Spit shine your black luck now, baby
You turn on the radio
The speakers spit tangled talk
Oh, everything is war
And who's fucked their way to the top
But they'll eat black clouds, we'll all eat black clouds
You're working on a cruise
Serving caviar to the cruel
They repossessed your heart;
You're making payments on your face too
Spit shine your black clouds now, baby
And what if your religion
Turns out to be a cruel joke
And you're fucked
Beyond all hope?

Spit shine your black clouds now, baby
First, you stayed in bed all day
And walked around all night
Then you threw your phone away
And slept beneath the freeway underpass
Oh, your mother slit her throat
After your father's heart attack
And you've got two little sisters still in school
What'cha gonna do? What'cha gonna do?
Just sit and watch the ships loading their freight
And the pale pelicans feeding their young
And just grasp at the barbarically charming sun
Out on the weekend
Talked your way out of a first date
Said your uncle was famous
By then it was too late
Spit shine your black luck now, baby
Fall asleep to the TV
The cops are talking tough
To the cameras in the backseat
To the audience at home

But they'll eat black clouds, we'll all eat black clouds
Once you knew a girl
With skin like a sapphire sun
Took you back to her apartment
Told you everything you did wrong
Spit shine your black luck
Spit shine your black luck
Spit shine your black luck
Spit shine your black luck
Spit shine your black luck, yeah
Spit shine your black luck
The sky's so desolate
Like flesh on a skull-shaped balloon
You sit in bed
Writing love letters to yourself
No black ink on the black paper, baby
Stare at the ceiling
Fall into dreamless sleep
Day climbs your chimney
Taps you on the shoulder blade

'Spit shine your black clouds now, baby'
All your best friends grow up to be
Successful actresses
And all your bitter enemies
Died of liver failure in Kent, Washington trailers
All your brothers made babies
Until their brains turned brown
The world's lounging longways
On an unbridled black cloud
The world's lounging longways
On an unbridled black cloud
The world's lounging longways
On an unbridled black cloud