Teenagers & Rituals - Angels & Airwaves
Lightning cross the way, no
I can't rest, been up for weeks
The words they come in close
They gotta a nerve that never sleeps, for me
I say, I wait in rooms of gold
And crawl down to my knees
A liar, a thief and a coward a crime
I laugh my head clean off at the sight
Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da
Pull em in close, drop into the fight
Light that sh_t up like the Fourth of July
Lonely, cat-like master
Drive me. Take me faster
Eye-that, side back-alley
Add to the score
Join in the war rally
I can't recite the names
Or events that come to me
The blur of times and dates
That a drink or two, or three, will leave
I walk these streets of gold
And the smell grows on my feet
I cross and slide through a land of mines
I await the gag and my skin to bleed
Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da
Pull em in close, drop into the fight
Light that sh_t up like the Fourth of July
Lonely, cat-like master
Drive me. Take me faster
Eye-that, side back-alley
Add to the score
Join in the war rally
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