You're walking through the forest when... there's feet like tree's broken glass.
John Lennon and The Rolling Stones grinning in plastic bags.
Spit shine your black luck now, baby.
You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk.
Oh, everything is war and they just fuck their way to the top.
But they'll eat black clouds, we'll all eat black clouds.
You're walking all quick now, said the county after the crew,
Well, they repossess your heart, you're making payments on your face too.
Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
And if your religion, turns out to be a carjack,
And you're fucked beyond all hope.
Spit shine your black clouds now baby.
First, you stayed in bed all day, walked around all night.
Then you threw your phone away, slept beneath the freeway underpass.
Oh, your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack.
And you've got two little sisters still in school, oh.
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Just sit, and watch the ships loading the freight,
And the pale pelicans feeding their young and
Just grasp at the barbarically charming sun?
Well, out on the weekends, got your way out on the first date.
Said your uncle was famous, but then it was too late.
Spit shine your black luck now, baby.
File seat to the TV, there comes that talking tongue,
To the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home.
But they'll eat black clouds, we'll all eat black clouds.
Once I knew a girl, with skin like a sapphire sun.
Take you back to a poem that tells you everything you did wrong.
Spit shine your black luck, spit shine your black lung.
The sky's so desolate, like flesh on a skull shaped balloon, you sit in bed writing love letters to yourself.
No black ink on the black paper, baby.
Stare at the ceiling, for every day, it seems.
Death comes and does a dance on your shoulder blade
Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
All your best friends grow up to be successful actresses,
and all your bitter enemies die never feeling, and kept Washington checks.
All your brothers make babies until their brains turn brown.
And yeah, the world's just lounging long ways on an unbridled black cloud.
You're walking through the forest when... there's feet like tree's broken glass. John Lennon and The Rolling Stones grinning in plastic bags.
Spit shine your black luck now, baby.
You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk. Oh, everything is war and they just fuck their way to the top.
But they'll eat black clouds, we'll all eat black clouds.
You're walking all quick now, said the county after the crew, Well, they repossess your heart, you're making payments on your face too.
Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
And if your religion, turns out to be a carjack, And you're fucked beyond all hope.
Spit shine your black clouds now baby.
First, you stayed in bed all day, walked around all night.
Then you threw your phone away, slept beneath the freeway underpass.
Oh, your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack.
And you've got two little sisters still in school, oh. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Just sit, and watch the ships loading the freight, And the pale pelicans feeding their young and Just grasp at the barbarically charming sun?
Well, out on the weekends, got your way out on the first date. Said your uncle was famous, but then it was too late.
Spit shine your black luck now, baby.
File seat to the TV, there comes that talking tongue, To the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home.
But they'll eat black clouds, we'll all eat black clouds.
Once I knew a girl, with skin like a sapphire sun. Take you back to a poem that tells you everything you did wrong.
Spit shine your black luck, spit shine your black lung.
The sky's so desolate, like flesh on a skull shaped balloon, you sit in bed writing love letters to yourself.
No black ink on the black paper, baby.
Stare at the ceiling, for every day, it seems. Death comes and does a dance on your shoulder blade
Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
All your best friends grow up to be successful actresses, and all your bitter enemies die never feeling, and kept Washington checks. All your brothers make babies until their brains turn brown. And yeah, the world's just lounging long ways on an unbridled black cloud.
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