1889 from Bon Voyage! by The Midnight Society
Tracklist
| 8. | 1889 | 3:56 |
Lyrics
Loco is the motive and the motion
I use sarcasm to hide my emotions
Curveball thrown from noon to six
Take em out now, dispose of it
Is that a gun in your pocket?
(or are you just)
Happy to see me?
From Union Station to Nevada barren
We'll take the crown with these songs blaring
We'll drop kick your basement windows
And we'll holler cat calls at bimbos
So you think you deserve the ocean?
What's left to completely the notion?
A coffin nail palm sized tree?
How does it feel? You never deserved me.
Is that a gun in your pocket?
(or are you just)
Back because the bottle is empty?
From Union Station to Nevada barren
We'll take the crown with these songs blaring
We'll drop kick your basement windows
And we'll holler cat calls at bimbos
Phones are not the only hang up
Oh come on, like this ain't a stick-up
Belt it alone in my cell, talk to walls
How could they misspell?
The boys have come to poison the well
Have a drink and you'll feel swell
Wander aimlessly through the Vegas streets
Dancing, you and me.
