Songtext von Smith + Cross

The emotional affair was the best Intoxicatin', lets not ruin it with sex Relationship: Doctor, patient Kush cake like LASIK Resting bitch face, breast plate, Wonder Woman bracelets You can shoot arrows all day kid Hearts scrawled in wet pavement Ozymandias is the wavelength Here today, gone tomorrow, sorrow White rum in my sorrel Somethin' old, somethin' new, somethin' borrowed Blew his stack on oysters piled like Kilimanjaro Crostini, charred avocado, draped in lardo Still got no quarrel with them Viet Congs Speak sepia tones, everyone I know is gone No stigmata, they put nails through arms Temple Grandin keep the cattle calm Side-saddle, took Carrie to the prom Joanne Chesimard, windows open, nights warm Power cuts, no ice, so the Cuba libre's strong Fire in the cane fields, generational trauma At the museum, eyes glassy from the pain pills Me and her in the diorama Sugar, molasses, rum Sun blasted bastard's son Some laughed, some slumped aghast at what we'd done Sugar, molasses, rum Sun blasted bastard's son Some laughed, some slumped aghast at what we'd done Sugar, molasses, rum Sun blasted bastard's son Some laughed, some slumped aghast at what we'd done Sugar, molasses, rum Sugar, molasses, rum