Lyrics:
barbed wire
In this forsaken land
Once ruled by the pagan man
This is the hour! Here where no life dwells
Where our fathers fell
We'll taje back what is
work, and I'm surprised
I never thought I'd be recognized by
Van Dyke Parks
I don't even know now what we talked about,
The Red Clay Ramblers, Phil Ochs,
I pissed on a tree, I put up a flag for all the world to see.
I discovered this place all by myself and now it belongs to me.
And then I put up
Molars like pearls on your delicate neck
Solace found out on a sinking ship
Thread pulling out like live wires
Breaking a bottle, playing entitled
on yours, love
Walk us down the razor wire
All the world's afraid of you, honey
Don't you wonder why?
As lighting struck, the gas ran out, we floated
Who will watch the watchers, who spies on the spies
Who trusts politicians that are crooked by design
Force them into action watch them all
a covert cell
Encased by wire and thorn
I stand and see, the hearts pour out of the hands which suffer.
The Vile image encircles me.
In essence
no sweetness in revenge, no
You lined our bed with razors and barbed wire
Thinking if and when you still desire
I'd lay down with you like a fool
Heard
would never
I start to think that you're my muse because you get me so inspired
We can do whatever we choose and live our lives right on the wire
I
can blame music, I don't get fooled by it
This is where DYI go music, this is come home music
This is down to the wire I'm such a perfect angel music.
to the wire
Well the world keeps turning, her candles keep burning
Their flickering flame of desire
And there's one, two, three ways to love her
But one way
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Too bad I ain't takin' advice tonight
You know if you hit when it burns
Live and I die by my word
Flippin' them
Broken English on invisible wires
So far gone, I didn't cast a shadow
I believed I was born a liar
I was looking for a name
For a place to begin
consequence
Oh I am the golden fluted feather thief
Ostrich and hackle pheasant and peacock
Victorian hobby or some sort of lost art
Barb wire and glass
pull two from your pocket
Well oh my God you just cut the wires in my head and brain's disconnected too
Well gimme the keys to your car, I'll give you
baby, yeah, yeahh
Listen now
You know you make me feel higher
When you call me on the telephone wire
And you say my name
Please, don't play these
since "H to the Izzo"
That's when my man Biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles
One for ten, fifteen for
War, the name of the game
Take you down to the wire
There's gonna be hell to pay
Gonna set your world on fire
Bombs, blowin' it up
The order,
You took a stand
You had to go
Learn a world that you didn't know
And all the things that make that kind of girl
On a wire
You take a walk
Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born
By the light of a cold television
And I remember the boss in his uniform
As he marched from
and green?
When the sky begins to fall
Will love stand by me?
Are our fathers forever still?
Will our mothers only weep?
Does the dream of yesterday
Come
man's coming up for air
'Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here as she goes under again
Girls
bricks
Shovel wire contaminate
Intelligence is dead
Self infliction!
Misaligned unfriendly
Telephone, zero life
Primitive deletion
Losing limit center
If I had a billion right now
I'd buy you a boat and a house right by the coast
If I had a spaceship right now
I'd take you to the stars 'cause
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