Bootleggers Paradise
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Dirk Jolley
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