Bootleggers Paradise Lyrics

I am a radio broadcasting from a distance far greater than anyone is willing to go

I spit my waves into your hearts and homes

Regurgitate this tune for me

Turn me on, turn me up, get out of control

Car crashes carry on

But we still hum these fucking songs

Well if I die throw my ashes from back of a limousine

And tell them the truth that I got the noose for loving you

These hunting grounds are not great for hanging around

Once you're lost can you ever be found

Can we all stop ticking the clock

Cinderblocks are such an ill-fitting shoe let me know

It's after midnight are you coming home

The vibe is so right I might stay out forever

Car crashes carry on

But we still hum these fucking songs

Well if I die throw my ashes from back of a limousine

And let all them know, that its all for show now smile big for the camera

Our dark rooms are coming to light

We're eating the film from the cutting room floor and turning our guts into

A bootleggers paradise, ain't it nice

Nights they grow

Streams they flow

Quid pro quo

Puppet show

We are all fucked

No we are all fucking fine

We are all fine fine fine

Just shut your mouth if you have nothing to say

We are all fine

Timing is everything

Fuck yeah I too am more than just dirt

I'm dreaming of dial tones

I'm dreaming in dial tones or nothing it all