Commie Blood Lyrics

Falling forward in slow waves

That crash before the calmest days

There's sparks at the end of sparks at the end of a fuse

Pull and push down 101

A constant pour of frustration

Turn signals overused

You woke up with a New York attitude

Like there's nothing cooler behind the moon

Posing for a portrait that no one's waiting for

The frame costs you extra

So cut your long story short

A little steam goes a long way

Your commie blood it bleeds coal gray

Nothing at the end of

It's dry up at the end of your roots

Grafted to a barbed wire vine

Wisteria in bloom and decline

Crafts & arts & arrows

All the baby sparrows

Choke and sing it out

You woke up with a New York attitude

Like there's nothing cooler behind the moon

The broken deal you're using to keep the fire new

Never issue dull reports

And cut your long story short