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Baptized and salt skinned with bitten lips
I pass by all lost in the sketchy lead
Lines of bread crumbs retraced for the ride
Bathed in the blue light of perfect American nights
American nights
Funny ride, lovely night, song sets pace
Young lovers sing along through touched face
True love waits in shallow waters under darkened skies
Preying on handcuffed hands of solid plans and blacked out eyes
We're killing cowboys left and right again with guilty little trips
Recycled cans that gimme whiskey lips and dirty hands
And everybody's got a ribbon all of a sudden and a soapbox to stand
Alright
Starry-eyed and shitfaced on their planes, let's call the super models
And all of your fucking favourite bands and ask them just exactly what they've got planned
To save us from our own impeding doom
They were baptized, salt skinned, bitten lipped smiles
Bitten lipped smiles, all lost in
God, how you glow, oh God how you glow
Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bones, paint chips
With bitten lip smiles, bitten lip smiles and soft heads
Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine
Meet me here later and we'll make out
(Are you ready?
Yeah, I'm ready.
Okay, let's go. One... two... three)
The last ones roll bowling balls right down 3rd street
Doing donuts through the front lawn
Keg in back seat, paint stained pants
Gas huff, make out, and bleed
Mr. Mouthful of bugs has pockets packed with popcorn seeds
It cost me nothing, cost me nothing, cost me nothing, cost me
Assholes all obsessed with spelling, sweaty, out of breath from yelling
Chase them up and down the ceiling
Fuck your bleeding heart
Take another twenty, buddy, all we need is murder money
Cheque
Swore I'd laugh at anything
They were baptized, salt skinned, with bitten lipped smiles
Bitten lipped smiles, all lost in
Oh God, how you glow, oh God how you glow
Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bones, paint chips
With bitten lip smiles, bitten lip smiles and soft heads
Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine
Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were baptized, salt skinned, with bitten lipped smiles
Bitten lipped smiles, all lost in
Oh God, how you glow, oh God how you glow
Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bones, paint chips
With bitten lip smiles, bitten lip smiles and soft heads
Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine
Meet me here later and we'll make out
I pass by all lost in the sketchy lead
Lines of bread crumbs retraced for the ride
Bathed in the blue light of perfect American nights
American nights
Young lovers sing along through touched face
True love waits in shallow waters under darkened skies
Preying on handcuffed hands of solid plans and blacked out eyes
Recycled cans that gimme whiskey lips and dirty hands
And everybody's got a ribbon all of a sudden and a soapbox to stand
Alright
Starry-eyed and shitfaced on their planes, let's call the super models
And all of your fucking favourite bands and ask them just exactly what they've got planned
To save us from our own impeding doom
Bitten lipped smiles, all lost in
God, how you glow, oh God how you glow
Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bones, paint chips
With bitten lip smiles, bitten lip smiles and soft heads
Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine
Meet me here later and we'll make out
Yeah, I'm ready.
Okay, let's go. One... two... three)
Doing donuts through the front lawn
Keg in back seat, paint stained pants
Gas huff, make out, and bleed
Mr. Mouthful of bugs has pockets packed with popcorn seeds
It cost me nothing, cost me nothing, cost me nothing, cost me
Assholes all obsessed with spelling, sweaty, out of breath from yelling
Chase them up and down the ceiling
Fuck your bleeding heart
Take another twenty, buddy, all we need is murder money
Cheque
Swore I'd laugh at anything
Bitten lipped smiles, all lost in
Oh God, how you glow, oh God how you glow
Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bones, paint chips
With bitten lip smiles, bitten lip smiles and soft heads
Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine
Meet me here later and we'll make out
Bitten lipped smiles, all lost in
Oh God, how you glow, oh God how you glow
Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bones, paint chips
With bitten lip smiles, bitten lip smiles and soft heads
Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine
Meet me here later and we'll make out
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From the lyrics provided with the album (and thank you for admitting you don't necessarily have the right lyrics):
Baptized and salt skinned with bitten lipped Smiles I pass by all lost in the sketchy lead Lines of bread crumbs retraced for the rest of the ride Bathed in the moonlight of perfect American nights
Funny ride, lovely night, song sets the pace Young lovers sing along through touched face True love waits in shallow waters under darkened skies Preying on handcuffed hands of solid plans and blacked out eyes
We're killing cowboys left and right again with guilty little trips and recycled cans (Gimme whiskey lips and dirty hands) Everyone's got a ribbon all of a sudden and a soapbox to stand
Starry-eyed and shitfaces on their plans, let's call the super models And your favorite bands, ask them all just exactly what they've got planned (to save us from our own impeding doom)
They were, baptized and salt skinned with bitten lipped smiles, all lost in (all lost in)... "Oh God, how you grow, oh God how you grow." Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bone and paint chipped With bitten lip (bitten lip) smiles and soft heads "Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine." Meet me here later and we'll make out
The last ones roll bowling balls right down 3rd street Doing donuts through the front lawns, keg in back seat Paint stained pants, gas huff, make out, and bleed Mr. Mouthful of bugs has pockets packed with popcorn seeds
It cost me nothing, the assholes all obsessed with spelling, sweaty Out of breath from yelling, chase them up and down the ceiling, Fuck your bleeding heart Take another twenty, buddy, all we need is murder money Czek swore I'd laugh at anything
Unhgggffffffffffff. Best.