Sandcastle Kings Lyrics

Tiny tastemakers and sandcastle kings

Living in grand houses, stained glass from broken dreams

They run the numbers and the racket all over town

From the waterfront to the whore house, at the dog tracks

They move the White & the Brown

They've got it locked down, there's nowhere else to go

See the sad houses there at the foot of the hill

They used to stand in someone's sunshine, now they lean in weeds and remember

All up the pavement in single file

See the shuffling bereavement of the L.S. Lowry people

They float about in their tatterdemalion nests

Bundled up together, in bleak with tired regrets

Pay the gatekeeper push your nose right up to the gate

See the on-trend go-betweeners, playlisting the latest hot-takes

Sick psychic vampires waiting for the product to come

I've been working at the blood bank, submitting my heart on a pump

Running in circles, chasing my tail for a taste

Still taking it personal, in a fish-bowl with a million else

Here comes The Governer with his industry insider chic

He's a haircut full of buzz-words, like a fly around shit

His lips let slip what his eyes deny

He condescends but never lightly

Often when beaten he'll lessen the ploy

Like a wolf playing dead - like Ali did

Red rag, red rag, red rag to my bullish interior

Red rag! red rag!

See the men in the middle, pushing paper and closing the deal

See the fly land on the flower to no avail

Fucking bottom-feeders, end of the alphabet males

Girls in white adidas with rainbow-painted nails

Tiny tastemakers and sandcastle kings

Living in, living in, living in glass houses