The Hair-Trigger Flamenco

Trophy Scars

Composição de: Jerry Jones/Trophy Scars
Lost; I thought you were lost? 
I keep on hiding from this 
Winter is moving east towards 
New Jersey will encompass 
A harbored glacier ice storm 
Now no one knows the difference 
I'm not an empiricist 
But your answers are forgiven 
I'm just not living like this 
Your endeavors 
Are dancing on top of the world 
You said you said 
These pills are shining like pearls 
Put the telephone on hold 'cause 
I need to recount all my words 
There's a shard of dyslexia caught in my eye 
I'm taking that girl to the bank 
I'm dancing all night 
These knives by the way you abuse them 
Are glowing like ice 
I'm back and I love everyone 
I color between all the lines 
My stomach is red rosy cinnamon 
And baked into pies 
Badadadadbadadadbada 
My death bed Is shaking and trembling in fear 
And the priest, and the priest 
Is weeping and drinking his beer 
I know words alright 
It's all about what you don't hear 
I hear words alright, alright 
I'm taking that girl to the bank 
I'm dancing all night 
These knives by the way you abuse them 
Are glowing like ice 
I'm back and I love everyone 
I color between all the lines 
My stomach is red rosy cinnamon 
And baked into pies 
Badadadadbadadadbada 
Violet Bruises 
These drinks will out way them 
Out way them oh 
La dada la dada 
I know the Spanish flamenco 
The dance that we break and turn into limbo 
The reflection is simple 
So everyone knows in the end 
My friend 
My heart is a headache 
It's held in a neck brace 
It's beaming with bad taste 
And lost in ghost chase 
So everyone knows in the end I'm losing, 
My friend 
So pour another glass of this whiskey 
It's making me dizzy 
I like being dizzy 
I like being sleepy 
Oh I like feeling sleepy 
So come on, let's dance baby! 
This river's a fountain 
A corpse in the canyon 
A drink in the mountains 
We breathe all around them 
To turn it in to ice Ice, ice 
Lose your control 
To find out you know 
No one has died 
It was just the snow oh 
It was just the snow oh 
So pour another glass of this whiskey 
And dance let's dance 
Dance dance dance 
Dance dance 
Dance like your dead 
And those words words 
Words in your head 
They stopped stopped 
Stopped making sense 
And (ohh) slaughter you said...
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