we're  the  boys  jailed  in  a  horse's  skull.

we  nailed  our  ears  to  a  feral  glittery  drone.

the  only  thing  that  makes  our  blood  feel  like  blood

is  stealing  cars  and  watching  lightning  bolts  fuck.

so  don't  look  away,  every  day's  the  same,

every  song's  the  same  in  this  sanitized  exploding  airplane.

well  I  got  shot  in  the  face,  it's  all  on  videotape

so  come  on,  watch  the  blood,  it's  pouring  commercial-free

well  i  got  shot  in  the  face,  it's  all  on  videotape

so  come  on,  watch  the  blood,  it's  pouring  commercial-free

we're  the  girls  chewing  styrofoam

pulling  our  wigs  under  a  monochrome  glow.

the  only  line  that's  talking  us  into  bed

is  the  freeway's  static  hiss  drilling  holes  in  our  heads,  so

so  don't  look  away  from  the  clouds  leaking  rust

the  kingdom  of  heaven  reeks  of  burning  witches  and  dust.

well  i  got  shot  in  the  face,  it's  all  on  videotape

so  come  on,  watch  the  blood,  it's  pouring  commercial-free

well  i  got  shot  in  the  face,  it's  all  on  videotape

so  come  on,  watch  the  blood,  it's  pouring  commercial-free

seven  items  dripped  out  the  back  of  my  head:

one  big  war  and  one  color  red;

one  vulgar  leg  and  one  designer  tree;

two  stallions  and  a  pound  of  confetti.

oh,  salvation!

hollow  lightning,  so  skeletal...

shipwrecked  freeways!

concrete  ribcage,  so  boring...

oh,  salvation!

hollow  lightning,  so  skeletal

shipwrecked  freeways!

Well  I  got  shot  in  the  face,  it's  all  on  videotape

so  come  on,  watch  the  blood,  it's  pouring  commercial-free

well  i  got  shot  in  the  face,  it's  all  on  videotape

so  come  on,  watch  the  blood,  it's  pouring  commercial-free

we  ride  skeletal  lightning,  vacant  as  a  womb  that's  miscarried