Letras
Our hearts are wine dark
Our eyes are bible black
And as we go screaming out the house
It's seeming like we won't be coming back
My mind is not mine
I left John Joseph at the door
Till the milkman's choir with birds on a wire
Sing us home once more
And we'll go spinning through the neon winning new friends
And giving out false names for the night
And we won't need money 'cause we're so fucking funny
That the backroom girls will line up for the privilege
And we know we're not right and we're not there
Oh, we know we're not right and we're not there
The loud cartoon sound
Of your laughter's been dubbed disease
By men in white jackets running two-faced rackets
For the capsule company
And you'll stand, beer in hand
And teach the buses how to sing
While I gather round the others and say, "That's my brother
And I wouldn't change a thing"
Well, we'll go spinning through the neon winning new friends
And giving out false names for the night
And we won't need money 'cause we're so fucking funny
That the pink shirt pricks will line up for the privilege
And we know we're not right and we're not there
Oh, we know we're not right and we're not there
We know we're not right and we're not there
We know we're not right and we're not there
And we'll go spinning through the neon winning
(We'll go spinning through the neon winning)
We'll go spinning through the neon winning
(We'll go spinning through the neon)
Our hearts are wine dark
Our eyes are bible black