Tytuł: Prime Time Deliverance

• Wykonawca: Matthew Good Band
• Wyświetleń: 256

The red red lips
  Of some secret solution
  The Central Intelligence Agency
  Has a file that's a mile longer than peace
  She's naked on the phone
  Watching them back
  No eyes just their stupid grins
  They long to be liberal mannequins
  And in their tiny room
  They eat Chinese food
  And they don't call their wives
  Cause the girl in the window is
  Pressing her breasts
  Up against the window pane
  The guy they're after
  On the floor below her
  Is cutting cocaine
  Higher than the building
  
  A one way trip
  Who ever thought she'd miss
  The ins and outs of oxygen
  The darkest side of the biggest God damn ride
  You've ever been on
  Her mother loves that show
  Even though she never gets the answers right
  It's easier to play along
  Sometimes more than being wrong
  They found her in her room
  Wearing a pink bunny suit
  In sour cherry lipstick
  Hanging from the closet door
  Her eyes were wide maybe to despise
  Maybe just to look into your head light
  Morning glow
  
  And this is it, well this is it
  Prime time deliverance
  
  That you have and you hold
  And you have and you hold
  And you have and you hold
  And you have and you hold
  And you have and you hold
  And you have and you hold
  
  And she says the best thing you can do
  Is hang around for a while