Prime Time Deliverance - текст песни
Prime Time Deliverance
The red red lips Of some secret solution The central intelligence agency Has a file that's a mile longer than peace
She's naked on the phone Watching them back No eyes just their stupid grins
They long to be liberal mannequins And in their tiny room They eat chinese food And they don't call their wives Cause the girl in the window Is pressing her breasts up against the window pane
And the guy they're after On the floor below her is Cutting cocaine higher than the building
A one way trip who ever thought she'd Miss the ins and outs of oxygen The darkest side of the biggest god damn ride You've ever been on
Her mother loves the show even though She never gets the answers right It's easier to play along sometimes
More than being wrong they found her In her room wearing a pink bunny suit In sour cherry lipstick hanging from The closet door
Her eyes were wide Maybe to despise Maybe just to look Into your headlight morning glow
And this is it This is prime time deliverance That you have and you hold If you have then you hold
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