BLOOD EAGLE
In the trenches, over bridges
As the sun sets
Find a place and hide
A thousand times I told you
A knife is a knife, a knife is a knife
For the glory
And the honor
For your children and their mother
The ravens watching over you
Slowing close their watchful eyes
It's all metallic
Faceless horses
Keeping time with
Headless hunters, Oh!
Bones alone can't
Start these fires
It must be some kind of magic
Lungs drip like honey
Your insides light up the night
We're keeping score
A blood eagle sketched in your back
Now we've got you
Now we've got you
Try and fight
Your cries will drown in the night
Oh your family
Your dear loved ones
Your blood rights
It's all over tonight
BULLRING
After I realized their master plan to poison our ecosystem
I put on my cape to save the day
I am no match for these bullies in this bullring
And all of these spectators
They're just spectating
I think I've cracked some ribs
Nothing to write home about
Best just keep this to myself
You must have seen me slipping in your bad dream
You must have heard me spilling my whole story
I can't wait to sit alone with you
PURPLE DAD, PURPLE DAUGHTER
Pulpits pull and spit out on their pews
Our hearts still pumping and pleading
Darling, mines missing
A blood trail in and out
In and out the exit doors
They'll all gasp, hurry clean the furnishings
The furnishings
Let's get this started
This tearing apart
Meet me by the pool house
You'll keep me waiting
I'll wait there for you
Back in my hometown it's always the same
Stuck in my old hauntings
A lot of nothing and thinking of you
Why don't you
Why don't you spit the words out
You try, you try
Baby you just don't
You're crying eyes
Oh baby is that blood, yeah?
Why am I the one who can't get sleep
I just can't get no sleep
Let's get this started
This tearing apart
Baby, we're done
ME AND THE CITY
On a red eyed one aisle flight
Through a cool dark desert
Off to find a new life in the Spanish breeze
Off to share the same fate as the bumblebees
Oh woe
So you've raised the checkered flag
Please, please don't go
Oh woe
We're dying in the mix of the downs and outs
All we've got are politics so we're moving out
Me and the city
Me and the city
We disagree again
On where the roads should lead
And just where they should end
You had it coming
You had it
A clenched fist to knock you out of it
If we're busting out you better get ready
I'll meet you where we used to
We're bottom-dollared in a broke down boxcar
We've got no room for all the smokes you stole
Stuck in a rabbit's hole
Well it's me and you
A chain reaction and we got no clue why
We can't remember where we once called home
Come rest on my shoulder
If it helps you to sleep
CORDUROY
I know that you're watching
Equivocal, non-staring games
There will be no blushing, corduroy
Oh accidental
Forced back into this wishing well
Love is a theatric, corduroy
Everyone is dancing trashy
Their salty lips spit out slutty words
Go find what you're looking for, corduroy
Maybe this time
We'll be rocking and not slowing down
We'll be rolling and shouting out loud
I'll do whatever you ask of me
I'll act the dunce in the fucking street
Let's make the past a true history, corduroy
I want you
More than anything
I said I need you
More than anything
And I won't shove off
I am realized
FANCY YOU
Only five foot three
You're kicking and you're screaming, girl
On your knees at night
The voices in your head spin in
Got your Marlboro man well don't you
Well don't you?
Only five foot three
You are kicking and you are screaming, girl
And you're so fancy
You're feet don't seem to touch the ground
You're apocalyptic baby
You're the hurricane, now honey
Give me lust or love or light
Somebody give me some feelings
We'll fight with all our might
But they will never learn our names
There is a crown in the house they say
I think the ceiling is caving in
Well, well, welcome to the city
Dear friends
You left them all behind
And yeah, you're sitting mighty pretty
Armed with
Your looks and fancy
Now the taxi is here, you better get ready
To face the night alone
No the city isn't looking so pretty
When you face the night
FINAL NUMBER
Lights in your eyes
Neon dance floors
You're on your own now
Until those drums start to roar
Please make that face 'cause everyone's been waiting in line
Your final number
Met with a shrill of sugar
Your biggest fans
Familiar faces
Boy in those blue jeans
You're melting every young girls heart
Please make that face 'cause everyone's been waiting in line
Your final number
Met with a shrill of sugar
Boy everyone came out here to watch you
Everyone absolutely adores you
And I know there is no getting tired of I love yous
Everyone is here and ready
Hey man! We'll dance until we're done
We'll dance until the dawn, so you better bring the flava
Come on girl! You better get out on that floor
You better do that thing you do, 'cause we know you got it
Oh, I've been waiting!
FUR PUMPS
She'll be sitting in a corner
Cross legged and broken hearted
If you see her, she'll be talking to the ocean
Sharing thoughts on how to calm their troubled seas
It must have happened yesterday
I saw your sulking face walk by
In the midst of a café
Nothing is good enough because she's beautiful
If you see her she'll be walking down
The loneliest of avenues
Treading pavement as cold as her hands
As gray as her eyes
As worn as her face
As worn as her tear ducts
Still you want her
She won't tell you no lies
She only tells you how it is
Two glances collide
Enough to paralyze your lids
If you see her, you will want her
Your life will undoubtedly change that day
What an ever present shade!
HOT BEAT FROM AN A.M.
You won't say you know if you don't
But it's time you figured out
We'll go easy on you
With palms to the floor
To your ears
It's a ruckus you can't ignore, no
Not anymore
You've got that satisfaction
Through the ages
Through space
Oh come on
It's murder in your veins
You know this my love
All the pitters and pats
And our hearts about to burst
But first
We'll dance to the drums 'cause it's a
Hot beat
It's an H.O.T.beat
It's from a station
It is AM
It's so holy, it's got me
It's so spiritual
It's crystal clear now
You've got that satisfaction
There is no going down
You've got that satisfaction
We don't care if we're bones
Nothing but bones
'Cause we're fifty feet tall when the man says action
When the magic happens
It's come down to this
A duet, a duel
A twist 'til the death
But I'm golden
I'm sparkly clad from head to toe
Like I promised
You know heads will roll
They'll be spinning on floors . . . spinning!
What a disco!
You are dead meat
You are dead meat
No way, no reign
You heated diehards!
Oh no? Oh yes!
You puff up and it's a big fuss
It's a big old fuss