Jolly Roger by Josh Royse

Look at the bright lights.
Look at the bright lights, where we’ll be swimming when we die.
Look at the night sky.
Look at the night sky, where the stars have always shined.

I’m stalking all the tricksters down from outer space.
Talkin’ like a hipster just to save some face.
They're pouring down their wisdom like amazing grace,
And I swore I could’ve kissed them for the words they say.

I get way down. Oh I get way down the rabbit hole.

I came in 1987 like a cannon ball.
Everybody needs another wrecking ball – Hey!
I am a lion; sheep are crying gentle, like the silent sleep I lie in – Hey!

I don’t need your diamond rings.
I ain’t got no use for money, honey.
I don’t need your Cadillac or Porsche, put me on the old knight’s horse.
I’m flying like canaries out of La Rochelle,
To change the dictionary for the New World spell.
Tossin’ all my dollars down a wishing well,
Because dreaming is too daring if you’re scared of hell.

I get way down; oh, I get way down the rabbit hole.

I came in 1987 like a cannon ball.
Everybody needs another wrecking ball – Hey!
I am a lion; sheep are crying gentle, like the silent sleep I lie in – Hey!

Look at the bright lights.
Look at the bright lights where we’ll be swimming when we die.
Look at the night sky.
Look at the night sky where the stars have always shined.


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• Blues Rock
• Bright
• Confident
• Determined
• Feel-good
• Good-times
• Happy
• Indie Folk Rock
• Proud
• Reflective
• Rock
• Los Angeles