Song | Use You Allusion I & II |
Artist | Library Voices |
Album | For John |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The skyline like a stale pepsi cola | |
The western place, the wilds of nowehre | |
Smoke stacks coughing up clouds | |
A siren out on the asthma town | |
She’s in the graveyard getting high | |
Some old fling with jealous thighs | |
Cruid oil and cruel lovers | |
Fools gold for a prairie summer | |
You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. | |
The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks | |
Cursed in church, prayed for rain | |
Burning diesel while you wait on trains | |
Another crop circle mystery | |
I saw your name in the mercury | |
Chemical nights and mineral rights | |
Air dums and chine whites | |
Playing roulette with a loaded girl | |
They say that love is a barn on fire | |
You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. | |
The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar | |
I don’t think it was that drink she nursed | |
It must’ve been that mickey in her purse | |
Make up smudged like a prison tattoo | |
They carried her out like Christ on the cross | |
Every love story is a ghost story | |
How do we sleepy when our barns are burning? | |
You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. | |
Your days are numbered like that beast | |
Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall |
The skyline like a stale pepsi cola | |
The western place, the wilds of nowehre | |
Smoke stacks coughing up clouds | |
A siren out on the asthma town | |
She' s in the graveyard getting high | |
Some old fling with jealous thighs | |
Cruid oil and cruel lovers | |
Fools gold for a prairie summer | |
You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks | |
Cursed in church, prayed for rain | |
Burning diesel while you wait on trains | |
Another crop circle mystery | |
I saw your name in the mercury | |
Chemical nights and mineral rights | |
Air dums and chine whites | |
Playing roulette with a loaded girl | |
They say that love is a barn on fire | |
You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar | |
I don' t think it was that drink she nursed | |
It must' ve been that mickey in her purse | |
Make up smudged like a prison tattoo | |
They carried her out like Christ on the cross | |
Every love story is a ghost story | |
How do we sleepy when our barns are burning? | |
You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
Your days are numbered like that beast | |
Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall |
The skyline like a stale pepsi cola | |
The western place, the wilds of nowehre | |
Smoke stacks coughing up clouds | |
A siren out on the asthma town | |
She' s in the graveyard getting high | |
Some old fling with jealous thighs | |
Cruid oil and cruel lovers | |
Fools gold for a prairie summer | |
You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks | |
Cursed in church, prayed for rain | |
Burning diesel while you wait on trains | |
Another crop circle mystery | |
I saw your name in the mercury | |
Chemical nights and mineral rights | |
Air dums and chine whites | |
Playing roulette with a loaded girl | |
They say that love is a barn on fire | |
You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar | |
I don' t think it was that drink she nursed | |
It must' ve been that mickey in her purse | |
Make up smudged like a prison tattoo | |
They carried her out like Christ on the cross | |
Every love story is a ghost story | |
How do we sleepy when our barns are burning? | |
You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
Your days are numbered like that beast | |
Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall |