Palm Springs
Palm Springs
A decade in the salt and sun
The body clocks and the tears they run
No moderation to attract
Nor to fail to hide my shame
Or the cause that it brings
Don't trust your eyes
They'll never tell you what's inside
The bodies lie in a bed of white
This resurrection is in fact
Just a field of disery
Or the cause that it brings
If you're not scared
Then why'd you bring that gun?
Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun
Hand grenades will blow away
The passion let it burn away
Your mother said I was the one
Jesus, I'm a sinner
Jesus, I'm your sin
Jesus, I'm a sinner
Yes, I'm by myself again
Jesus, I'm a sinner
In those choked rhythm waves
One of men and children
That could never find a way
If you're not scared
Then why'd you bring that gun?
Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun
Hand grenades will blow away
The passion let it burn away
Your mother said I was the one
Why get a gun?
Live the better days in a dream
With the bikers and the eldery
Their halo's choke on my haunting mouth
Just so they can see the dirty cell
If you're not scared
Then why'd you bring that gun?
Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun
Hand grenades will blow away
The passion let it burn away
Your mother said I was the one
Why get a gun?
A decade in the salt and sun
The body clocks and the tears they run
No moderation to attract
Nor to fail to hide my shame
Or the cause that it brings
Don't trust your eyes
They'll never tell you what's inside
The bodies lie in a bed of white
This resurrection is in fact
Just a field of disery
Or the cause that it brings
If you're not scared
Then why'd you bring that gun?
Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun
Hand grenades will blow away
The passion let it burn away
Your mother said I was the one
Jesus, I'm a sinner
Jesus, I'm your sin
Jesus, I'm a sinner
Yes, I'm by myself again
Jesus, I'm a sinner
In those choked rhythm waves
One of men and children
That could never find a way
If you're not scared
Then why'd you bring that gun?
Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun
Hand grenades will blow away
The passion let it burn away
Your mother said I was the one
Why get a gun?
Live the better days in a dream
With the bikers and the eldery
Their halo's choke on my haunting mouth
Just so they can see the dirty cell
If you're not scared
Then why'd you bring that gun?
Dead bodies baking in the center of the sun
Hand grenades will blow away
The passion let it burn away
Your mother said I was the one
Why get a gun?
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Writer(s): Jason Thompson Shi
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