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We're the boys jailed in a horse's skull We nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone The only thing that makes our blood feel like blood Is stealing cars and watching lightning bolts fuck
So don't look away, every day's the same Every song's the same in this sanitized exploding airplane
Well I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape So come on, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free Well I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape So come on, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free
We're the girls chewing styrofoam Pulling our wigs under a monochrome glow The only line that's talking us into bed Is the freeway's static hiss drilling holes in our heads, so
So don't look away from the clouds leaking rust The kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust
Well I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape So come on, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free Well I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape So come on, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free
Seven items dripped out the back of my head: One big war and one color red; One vulgar leg and one designer tree; Two stallions and a pound of confetti
Oh, salvation! Hollow lightning, so skeletal Shipwrecked freeways! Concrete ribcage, so boring Oh, salvation! Hollow lightning, so skeletal Shipwrecked freeways!
Well I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape So come on, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free Well I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape So come on, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-
We ride, we ride skeletal lightning We ride, we ride skeletal lightning Vacant as a womb that's miscarried Vacant as a womb that's miscarried We ride, we ride skeletal lightning We ride, we ride skeletal lightning Vacant as a womb that's miscarried
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