Teenagers & Rituals

Lightning cross the way, no I can't rest, been up for weeks The words they come in close They gotta a nerve that never sleeps, for me

I say, I wait in rooms of gold And crawl down to my knees A liar, a thief and a coward a crime I laugh my head clean off at the sight

Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da Pull em in close, drop into the fight Light that shit up like the Fourth of July

Lonely, cat-like master Drive me. Take me faster Eye-that, side back-alley Add to the score Join in the war rally

I can't recite the names Or events that come to me The blur of times and dates That a drink or two, or three, will leave

I walk these streets of gold And the smell grows on my feet I cross and slide through a land of mines I await the gag and my skin to bleed

Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da Pull em in close, drop into the fight Light that shit up like the Fourth of July

Lonely, cat-like master Drive me. Take me faster Eye-that, side back-alley Add to the score Join in the war rally