Black Tar - The Kills
One hit, one invention
You must pay your ransom
Love, lust, you're too handsome
Fairytales are fair game
The world is looking for you
Sharpening its blade
London's bloodthirsty
Paris is a vein, open
A vein on the pulse of mean
Big brushing out-winged sparrow
I'm gonna catch you by the hair of the night
Fortune's arrow
Prick quick to pick a fight
The world is tripping for you
Bidding on your blood
L.A. Catatonia
New York black tar runs, over
Runs over you for fun
Big brushing out-winged sparrow
Hot cooking all De Niro Light
Tucked, prim and primed
If chance were so divine, why
Cool thing go mad and crazy
Some d_ck is looking for a way
White screen field of daisies
Pull em up, but they all stay
Standing in your way
Stay, standing in your way
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