Is He Talking About Selling Fat Chicks? 'Cause I'm Buying. Hey, Grandma! feat. Phoebe Munoz, Corina Mendoza, Dalton Smith
from Riff Soup by PlasticBag FaceMask
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lyrics
Phoebe-
Fireflies they’re gonna die
Hail falls out of the sky
Hold hands
As we walk with the dead
Please shoot me in the head
It’s for the best
Don’t let me kiss your flesh
I want to believe and they wanna deceive
I saw the truth and I could hardly breathe
It’s an inside job
I don't wanna leave this file closed tonight
I know what I saw and something doesn’t feel right
Corina-
Every time I slip it rips through my fingers
That rope I left above has grown older and colder
A haze of starry night is the only comfort in my absence
The night will hold all my lies alive
Dalton-
I was not the man I thought I was
Picking and stabbing at the wounds
That are scabbing and it hurts
But it's worth it
Just to crush your head beneath my foot
One day I’ll feel the relief of watching you sleep forever and ever
If you die before I wake, I pray to the lord you live another day
Just so I can send you to him, on his way
Jacob and Patrick-
Can't escape this feeling that I'm glad
Your plans have failed by your own hand
All your bones have broken
You sent yourself on a fools errand
Your veins are empty, desperately arid
Don't forget to write her for all she's done
Decaying alone while you sleep in gold
Nothing ties better than vine and thorn
Fireflies they’re gonna die
Hail falls out of the sky
Hold hands
As we walk with the dead
Please shoot me in the head
It’s for the best
Don’t let me kiss your flesh
I want to believe and they wanna deceive
I saw the truth and I could hardly breathe
It’s an inside job
I don't wanna leave this file closed tonight
I know what I saw and something doesn’t feel right
Corina-
Every time I slip it rips through my fingers
That rope I left above has grown older and colder
A haze of starry night is the only comfort in my absence
The night will hold all my lies alive
Dalton-
I was not the man I thought I was
Picking and stabbing at the wounds
That are scabbing and it hurts
But it's worth it
Just to crush your head beneath my foot
One day I’ll feel the relief of watching you sleep forever and ever
If you die before I wake, I pray to the lord you live another day
Just so I can send you to him, on his way
Jacob and Patrick-
Can't escape this feeling that I'm glad
Your plans have failed by your own hand
All your bones have broken
You sent yourself on a fools errand
Your veins are empty, desperately arid
Don't forget to write her for all she's done
Decaying alone while you sleep in gold
Nothing ties better than vine and thorn
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from Riff Soup,
released July 29, 2014
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PlasticBag FaceMask Fresno, California
Est. 2008.
Studio band of Patrick Hogan (Time Bomb, Bookburner) and Jacob Lee (Keeper, Elder Devil, Hellish Form, dontcryformeimalreadydead)
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