BARTALK (feat. Ben Busetto & Lucas McKinnon)
She's Czech
Next on my list
Me and her don't ignore the bliss
We want to roll and sway
So we can hibernate til midday
Don't be a slave to the chain
Rave what you crave
Our eyes dyed in a red tide
Because to be living
Is to be feeling alive
Tavern of the Damned
Line for line
Two for two
Don't get stuck in your solo booth
My heroes are dying
Or already dead
As long if you're living
There ain't no dread
You crave my seed
Cause I'm a dying breed
Even though we dream down different streams
I'd rather be wired then tired
I'd rather be pie-eyed then tied
I'd rather be a punk then a poser
Those high-heels
Sinking into the boards
My heart was torn
Now reborn
If you're gonna rain on my parade
I got nothing to say
Buzz off or make my day
This reign tries to drown me out
But at least I won't be the spit from the spout
Layer my throat
Smokey distress
Wakens my body
To render and rest
As the smoke settles over the city
I crave to slay and smite pity
Boombadabing
Hit me again
Don't be a slave to the chain
Rave what you crave
Our eyes dyed in a red tide
Because to be living
Is to be feeling alive
Those high-heels
Sinking into the boards
My heart was torn
Now reborn
If you're gonna rain on my parade
I gotta something to say
Buzz off and make my day
Next on my list
Me and her don't ignore the bliss
We want to roll and sway
So we can hibernate til midday
Don't be a slave to the chain
Rave what you crave
Our eyes dyed in a red tide
Because to be living
Is to be feeling alive
Tavern of the Damned
Line for line
Two for two
Don't get stuck in your solo booth
My heroes are dying
Or already dead
As long if you're living
There ain't no dread
You crave my seed
Cause I'm a dying breed
Even though we dream down different streams
I'd rather be wired then tired
I'd rather be pie-eyed then tied
I'd rather be a punk then a poser
Those high-heels
Sinking into the boards
My heart was torn
Now reborn
If you're gonna rain on my parade
I got nothing to say
Buzz off or make my day
This reign tries to drown me out
But at least I won't be the spit from the spout
Layer my throat
Smokey distress
Wakens my body
To render and rest
As the smoke settles over the city
I crave to slay and smite pity
Boombadabing
Hit me again
Don't be a slave to the chain
Rave what you crave
Our eyes dyed in a red tide
Because to be living
Is to be feeling alive
Those high-heels
Sinking into the boards
My heart was torn
Now reborn
If you're gonna rain on my parade
I gotta something to say
Buzz off and make my day
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Smith
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