Slinging Our Times Lyrics

Hey where'd that color go, we're dull and modern

Staring into drains and weather vanes

My trophy broke my knuckles drag

My meter's off my refresh rates lag

It's like a mausoleum in that bedroom

White stone walls and gilded halls

Ringing a bell from the shadows of my royal birth

Milking maidens and shining mirrors

Stocking gun powder and turning everything louder

Bartering with conjoined twins and necrophiliacs

Stacking up racks of black masks

Getting ready or getting lucky

Normalizing hormonal atonement

Sucker punching our purest opponent

Arms out, eyes ablaze, speaking in tongues

Wrapped in rugs, partially consumed by another room

Meditating in a basement jail

Exiled ex-expert no longer relevant

Deceptive pond reflection

It's likely a fairy tale we put up for sale

Forty dollars for an ending

Fifty dollars for a hero

One hundred dollars and you come home

To a stone embankment

Old women say thanks but no thanks

They're thankless

Still painting clouds and making rounds

And I'm rounding the rotunda

Gesturing at fresco

Fingers tracing, elevating

Offering you two choices

Offering you two choices

C'mon let's go

You have nerves of steel

You have valid opinions

You have moxie for days

You have a habit of winning

You have a calm demeanor

You have a thousand yard stare

You have electrified teeth

You have medusa-like hair

You have nerves of steel

You have valid opinions

You have moxie for days

You have a habit of winning

You have a calm demeanor

You have a thousand yard stare

You have electrified teeth

You have medusa-like hair

But there's only cold cuts

There's a bucket of cream

Oh, you're that second mouse darling

If you know what I mean

Tapping on the glass, it reflects back

You're your own animal it's obvious

And you're still stealing my scenes

And we spiral up the stairs

To the spire in the sky

Slowly shuffling our stories

To the patchwork paperboy

Slinging our times

And the nomads thunder out beyond the quarry's lip

Negotiating with this silence

For an opportunity to strip

And each lesson learned folds in on itself

You stroke your beard and she plays with herself

Then a meter maid hunches over

And rubs a kiss on your nerves

You have whiplash mania

You have a broken chain of command

You have those white gardenias

You have those outdated plans

You have heavy eyelids

You have a bull in a cage

You have my sincere attention

You have the world's last slave

You have ten million colors

You have a permanent grin

You have some starlight romance

You have my original sins