lyrics
Machete your way through my arteries
and tell me just what you see in me.
Is it the spotless walls of my lungs?
They've been seeing more than their share of bleach.
You couldn't last 15 minutes inside my mind,
if you could, I'd pick you up on the side of the turnpike.
New Jersey aint that far, if you need a ride.
Don't lump me in with the rest of them to explain away my crimes.
My father's sins belong to him, I can do bad by myself just fine.
What do you get for the person who wants everything?
And what do you say when you tell him you forgot to get him anything?
Don't say a word and I'm a failure,
say just one and I'm a fraud.
Fill my wounds with potting soil
and give me all the salt you've got.
Cause I'm afraid of pain and change and growth,
so I'll let the words die in my throat
or just hoard them for a rainy day,
secretly building machines to keep the clouds away.
What do you get for the person who wants everything?
And how do you tell him you forgot to get him anything?
Just a racial slur between pots and kettles, just another fucking score to settle.
Ball in the corner pocket? Balled on the floor? Just know that this means war.
Checkered pasts are just starter flags,
just open the bottle and light the rag.
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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