WAR OF THE YEAR, PROLOGUE
Blow out the lantern
It’s getting close
The siren is here
And we haven’t heard
A single stinking god dang word
From your mouth all year
We can hear tank treads
Rumble over gravel beds
In the walls we sleep
In the womb she dreams
In the alleys you creep
In our walls that you sneak
We can hear your boots
Don’t breathe
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RELICS OF YOUTH
Well the girl walked in and out of the rain
Into the neon lit saloon
She was a glitter punk
You could tell from her skunk
She was seven stars out of her range
We were all relics of youth
We were hiding from the truth
We were already expired
We were ghost in zoetic suits
We were all lit up
Yeah, dancing like we owned this universe
But it was all just hers
Yeah, dancing like a revolution with a curse
She was all lit up
Yeah, dancing in her cowboy killer boots
The sun went down
Without a sound
On this land of biographies
And everyone knew
These walls could talk
With a little hit of black perfume
We were all relics of youth
We were hiding from the truth
We were already expired
We were ghost in zoetic suits
We were all lit up
Yeah, dancing like we owned this universe
But it was all just hers
Yeah, dancing like a revolution with a curse
She was all lit up
Yeah, dancing in her cowboy killer boots
Well the girl walked out
And into the rain
With her bounty in shackles and chains
There was a look in their eyes
To my surprise
They were carrying another point of view
We were already expired
We were in aw aw aw
When we saw her with child
We were in aw
We were all lit up
Yeah, dancing like we owned this universe
But it was all just hers
Yeah, dancing like a revolution with a curse
She was all lit up
Yeah, dancing in her cowboy killer boots
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DEATH RATTLE SYMPHONY
I asked her
If she’d like me
To walk her home
To walk her home
She said no
But obliged me
We’re falling in love
While the world burns
Burn burn burn
Let the records spin and turn
Mrs. Comfort
A death rattle symphony please
For an autumn breeze
You’re not bad
You’re pretty fucking rad
She showed me all of her
Record collections
Without the sleeves
I like the shapes
That your lips make
When we kiss
Solipsism bliss
Burn burn burn
Let the records spin and turn
Mrs. Comfort
A death rattle symphony plays
For an autumn breeze
You’re not bad
You’re pretty fucking rad
She showed me all of her
Record collections
Without the sleeves
Sing us a lemon song
One that’s sour and melancholy
Sing us a lemon song
One that’s sour and melancholy
Sing us a lemon song
One that’s sour and melancholy
Sing us a lemon song
I don’t even care, it’s sweeter every hour
LAGs and LABs
For the war
The war is coming
With eulogies for you and me
For the war
The war is coming
Falling in love while the world burns
is bittersweet, a death rattle symphony
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WILD IN THE CITY
There’s fires in the streets
Where people used to meet
And now it burns
There’s shadows on the ground
‘Cause there used to be a town here
And now there’s nothing
But an echo of a ghost
But nobody knows that
No one knows
We are riding through this rut
Longing to be what
We are wild in the city
We are wild in the city
There’s coyotes in the streets
Shopping through the windows
For all of her furs
There’s shadows on the ground
‘Cause we are at a funeral
In the clouds
A child wants to know
But nobody knows that
No one knows
We are riding through this rut
Longing to be what
We are wild in the city
We are wild in the city
It’s after hours
And everything is closed
We really didn’t want to
But we had to go
The lights go down
The moon is up to glow
We could roam the town
Like a couple of ghosts
We are wild in the city
We are wild in the city
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MRS. COMFORT
Stars drip down and take a bow
I’m a man on fire but I’m burning out
Red and gold and pink and blue
Drip right through the horizon
As the night pours down into the hue
You’re the late and great
Mrs. Comfort
If you’re lost in the dark, don’t go
Mrs. Comfort
I’m right where you are
Stars drip down and take a bow
I’m a man on fire but I’m burning out
Red and gold and pink and blue
You’re the dream that wakes me
Up and spins my world around
You’re the late and great
Mrs. Comfort
If you’re lost in the dark, don’t go
Mrs. Comfort
I’ll be right where you are
When the night falls
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NOSTALGIC WASTELAND
Outside the walls
A city of ruins
Forgotten dreams and
Plumes are brooding
It’s the end
The end of an era
You had your time
And now it’s Forever’s
Come on baby
Come on into the future
Come on and ride the brink
Into the future
Baby ride that brink
Time is like
Dripping honey
Time is like
Dripping honey
Black perfume
Cheap thrills
In the backseat
Of automobiles
You’re the dirt
And I’m your lover
Hold me close
Hold me forever
Come on baby
Come on into the future
Come on and ride the brink
Into the future
Baby ride that brink
Time is like
Dripping honey
Time is like
Dripping honey
A city in the dark
Oh a city of dreams
A city that sleeps
Is a city that breeds
Engines pumping
Engines pumping
Billowing smokestacks
Dystopian babies
Skeletons
Skeletons
Skeletons
Champagne
Black tuxedos
In limousines
In your black perfume
Cheap thrills
Bells and whistles
Baby all of the frills
In your black gown
You went down
Laughing it up
While you were going down
Skeletons
Champagne
A nostalgic wasteland
Cheers to the dream
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L.A.G.
All the devils in your nightmares
And all the angels you adore
They’re yours
All your hopes and aspirations
And all the blood that’s on the floor
It’s yours
When flesh meets steel on the floor
You’re gonna shake shiver
and beg for more
Little Android Girl
All the creatures in the ocean
And all the ones you’ve washed ashore
They’re yours
You’re a god of simulation
You’re a god and you’re at war
With yours
When flesh meets steel on the floor
You’re gonna shake shiver
And beg for more
Well they granted you an illusion
When they let you do
Whatever you wanted
It was always always yours
It was always just a delusion
It was always always yours
It was always your choice
Little Android Girl
Little Android Girl
Little Android Girl
It’s your world
Little Android Girl
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WAR OF THE YEAR EPILOGUE
Glow glow glow we’re gonna glow
Glow glow glow we’re gonna glow
We’re gonna glow
We’re gonna glow
We’re gonna
Glow glow glow
We’re gonna glow
We’re gonna glow
We’re gonna glow
We’re gonna
Glow glow glow
We’re gonna glow
We’re gonna glow
Nostalgic Wasteland
We’re gonna drift and float
To stars you’ve never known
We’re gonna run and hide
In the open skies
Oh thank god
It’s finally here
Now
It’s finally here
The war of the year