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Cut me to ribbons,
hand them out for participation.
Give them to everyone
except for the coach's son.
He's on the all-star team, yeah he's gonna get a trophy
just cause my dad was too busy to love me
enough to quit his job to manage my girl group.
That's why I don't have a Grammy.
Cut me to wristbands
and I'll win the Tour de France.
They'll all know my fucking name,
just don't tell me whose blood's in my veins.
Then cut out the floor boards, cut out my heart
and pedal like hell when the pistol says, "Start."
But the telltale metronome won't mean a thing to me,
that's why we're miles apart.
What fresh hell is this?
A promise is a promise and you never keep your promises.
What fresh hell is this?
Cut me off, cut me down, cut me out and cut your losses.
I called in all my favors, now nobody owes me shit,
and there's no honor among liars, you're just gonna have to deal with it.
credits
from
Lanterns,
released September 14, 2018
Moonraker is, on this recording:
Nick Schambra - bass/vocals/guitar
David Green - drums/vocals/percussion
Luke Gunn - guitar/trumpet
with Tyler Colton - keys/valve trombone/additional guitars
All songs written by David Green and Nick Schambra
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Chris Collier
Chris also played some additional guitar noises/sounds and sang some "whoas". Drums recorded at ES Audio in Burbank, California. Everything else recorded at Mission Black Studios in Saugus, California.
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