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Blackout at the terror trials, it's the 6th year of their wars
I'm pacing shotgun hallways while my ***king neighbor snores
But I swear I hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
Singing this one by proxy
Singing this one by gun
Singing this one in water
Singing this one in the mud
I live by the railroad
I don't get no sleep
Four corners resplendent
With indie rocks creeps
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
This bright boy's getting old
This town is too damn cold
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
The economics of our trembling selves
The palsied pit where bad hearts yell
Let it be done, let it be soon
13 blues for thirteen moons
You're gold of heart
And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings
This filthy moat in which we swim is not our fate
These stubborn limbs, these open hands
These wicked winds
The hearts of birds keep on thundering
Let it fall down, man, let it be soon
13 blues for thirteen moons
In gated chambers they did meet
With cardboards stocking upon their feet
And tattled long their tattered road
And none did ease no others load
The leaden lips of spittled gloom
Where leaders lunch on meat and ruin
And depth light have long been truant
While our nation shores go on bleeding into the ocean
Let it fall down and let it be soon
13 blues for thirteen moons
The hangman's got a ****-**
The pretty minstrels sway
The pundit reeks of coffin
The banker ****s a maid
The hangman's got a ****-**
The pretty minstrels sway
The pundit reeks of coughin'
The banker ****s a maid
We will not sing at your damn parade
We will not sing at your damn parade
We will not sing at your damn parade
We will not sing at your damn parade
We will not sing
Heart Attack
Diamonds
One Of Those Nights
I Knew You Were Trouble.
Started From the Bottom
Teenage Dream (Ringtune)
I\'ll Be Good To You
Don't You Worry Child (feat. John Martin)
Wanted You More
Baby Song
