Rider of the Bright Eyes
Let's ride bright eyes upon death
I found you there
Lizzy's half a wreck
She's getting dizzy from the meds she mixed
In basements tracing silhouttes of smoke
She's curtained and annulled aborted surgeon general reports
Where decadence is the only word they know
She's talking about her dreams
In depth it seems
She's been obsessed with death since she could smile
She says the boneyard's full of crosses
And you can't escape the darkness
So, I guess it's best we get there with some style
Let's ride bright eyes
Upon death
Burn those fine clothes
I found you in
Lizzy's all dressed up in daggers
Another mess for morning afters
Waking up with strangers for a change
And every time I leave she screams
Damn your eyes to see
And damn your eyes for seeing me this way
I start screaming I start screaming
Hold on hold on I'm right here
Take my hand I'll take your fear
There'll be no greeters at the station
Just panicked thoughts to haunt a nation
And addicts in the attic after dark
So lizzy call me if you're dying because this game is called surviving
And, I still got gas and beer left in my car
I'll come get you I'll come get you
Let's ride bright eyes upon death
Burn those fine clothes I found you in
I found you there
Lizzy's half a wreck
She's getting dizzy from the meds she mixed
In basements tracing silhouttes of smoke
She's curtained and annulled aborted surgeon general reports
Where decadence is the only word they know
She's talking about her dreams
In depth it seems
She's been obsessed with death since she could smile
She says the boneyard's full of crosses
And you can't escape the darkness
So, I guess it's best we get there with some style
Let's ride bright eyes
Upon death
Burn those fine clothes
I found you in
Lizzy's all dressed up in daggers
Another mess for morning afters
Waking up with strangers for a change
And every time I leave she screams
Damn your eyes to see
And damn your eyes for seeing me this way
I start screaming I start screaming
Hold on hold on I'm right here
Take my hand I'll take your fear
There'll be no greeters at the station
Just panicked thoughts to haunt a nation
And addicts in the attic after dark
So lizzy call me if you're dying because this game is called surviving
And, I still got gas and beer left in my car
I'll come get you I'll come get you
Let's ride bright eyes upon death
Burn those fine clothes I found you in
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Writer(s): Steven Hastings
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