Black Tar
THE KILLS · Ash & Ice 2016 · Track 11 of 13
Written by The Kills
One hit, one invention You must pay your ransom Love, lust, you're too handsome Fairytales are fair game
The world is looking for you Sharpening its blade London's bloodthirsty Paris is a vein, open A vein on the pulse of mean
Big brushing out-winged sparrow I'm gonna catch you by the hair of the night Fortune's arrow Prick quick to pick a fight
The world is tripping for you Bidding on your blood L.A. Catatonia New York black tar runs, over Runs over you for fun
Big brushing out-winged sparrow Hot cooking all De Niro Light Tucked, prim and primed If chance were so divine, why
Cool thing go mad and crazy Some dick is looking for a way White screen field of daisies Pull em up, but they all stay Standing in your way Stay, standing in your way