Teenagers & Rituals – Angels & AirwavesBy Lightning cross the way, noI can’t rest, been up for weeksThe words they come in closeThey gotta a nerve that never sleeps, for meI say, I wait in rooms of goldAnd crawl down to my kneesA liar, a thief and a coward a crimeI laugh my head clean off at the sightBop-Ba-Ba-Da-DaPull em in close, drop into the fightLight that shit up like the Fourth of JulyLonely, cat-like masterDrive me. Take me fasterEye-that, side back-alleyAdd to the scoreJoin in the war rallyI can’t recite the namesOr events that come to meThe blur of times and datesThat a drink or two, or three, will leaveI walk these streets of goldAnd the smell grows on my feetI cross and slide through a land of minesI await the gag and my skin to bleedBop-Ba-Ba-Da-DaPull em in close, drop into the fightLight that shit up like the Fourth of JulyLonely, cat-like masterDrive me. Take me fasterEye-that, side back-alleyAdd to the scoreJoin in the war rally www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20