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Chandeliers And Vines Lyrics
Another sound sprung out on the icy mountain,
And there's blood everywhere and smoke and broken bones.
But I won't stop to help them, 'cause I'm drving to my favorite motel
So I can watch CNN and Full House and MTV.
Yeah, the world's just a big fucking baby factory.
You know the hooker in 301's screamin' at the top of her lungs:
"Won't you be my man? Won't you be my baby boy?"
But you know that she is fakin',
'Cause everybody's gotta make a livin'.
And then you just feel like shit,
'Cause you know that you'll die alone.
How bizzare, as the skies gaping jaws swallow you whole.
And it's a long way
From the master to the slave.
Yeah, it's a long way
From New York City to Santa Fe.
Back where we belong.
You got luxury problems.
I got Daddy's membership card that gets me into every mansion.
And every butler in the country knows me by name.
Because I hang out at the dinner parties
And I try to talk to their daughters
Because I want to marry rich,
But they all treat me like shit.
Between the cocaine and the sex,
And your bank account full of Daddy's checks.
"Excuse me, mister,
But the roof is full of rotting babies.
The ocean's black with decaying flesh."
Well, what a thing to say at the table.
Oh yeah, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Well, go on and chew your food,
Talk about sports, weather, and stocks,
And all the things that keep you from putting a gun in your mouth.
And it's a long way
From the master to the slave.
Yeah, it's a long way
From New York City to Santa Fe.
Back where we belong.
You got luxury problems.
And there's blood everywhere and smoke and broken bones.
But I won't stop to help them, 'cause I'm drving to my favorite motel
So I can watch CNN and Full House and MTV.
Yeah, the world's just a big fucking baby factory.
"Won't you be my man? Won't you be my baby boy?"
But you know that she is fakin',
'Cause everybody's gotta make a livin'.
And then you just feel like shit,
'Cause you know that you'll die alone.
How bizzare, as the skies gaping jaws swallow you whole.
From the master to the slave.
Yeah, it's a long way
From New York City to Santa Fe.
Back where we belong.
You got luxury problems.
And every butler in the country knows me by name.
Because I hang out at the dinner parties
And I try to talk to their daughters
Because I want to marry rich,
But they all treat me like shit.
Between the cocaine and the sex,
And your bank account full of Daddy's checks.
But the roof is full of rotting babies.
The ocean's black with decaying flesh."
Well, what a thing to say at the table.
Oh yeah, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Well, go on and chew your food,
Talk about sports, weather, and stocks,
And all the things that keep you from putting a gun in your mouth.
From the master to the slave.
Yeah, it's a long way
From New York City to Santa Fe.
Back where we belong.
You got luxury problems.
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personally, this is my second favorite song. I love Headlines. These songs are so full of the creepy meaning that I love in the Blood Brothers, but it's a different style. Don't get me wrong, I still think the Blood Brothers are awesome, but this is a totally cool side proj.
i found a few mistakes..
Another semi's flipped out on the icy mountain...
...Cause you know that she'll die alone How bizzare how the skies gaping jaws swallow you whole.
...
Oh those chandeliers and vines draped across the spiral staircase. Oh those chandeliers and vines. I've got this membership card...
...betweent the cocaine and group sex...
"excuse me mister but the river's full of rotting babies...
and thats it. amazing song.
around 1:35 doesnt it sort of sound like the little organ noises from strawberry fields? I know it's not the same exact tune but it just reminded me of it for some reason.
Between the cocaine AVANT sex.
Wait, what did I just say? Ignore that, brain lapse or something there :S
The ROOM is full of rotting babies.
They're sitting at the dinner table, eating, talking about sports, weather and stocks, and can't be bothered just because the room is filled with rotting babies. Its very sarcastic and exaggerated.
This song changed my life.
@ Vermicious: I'll second that; it's definitely "Another semi's spun out on the icy mountain..."
Also: "Between the cocaine and group sex..."
Aside that, this song seems to be about some of the evils, perversions, and guilt associated with modern American society. "You got luxury problems." One Mr. Thoreau would agree with Mr. Whitney here, I'm sure.