Drip Driven from Skeleton Blush by World Sanguine Report

Given into the signs
A model chase for the rushed inane
Festooned thoughts thawed
Cover empty alibis
I don't care for the goodness you've shown
I wanna go home

Plating a canned love
For the crowd fools long
Jack arm wants no one except gun hand
Who itches for trigger
In this bullet town
I don't care how your flesh quakes and groans
I wanna go home

Moho shakedown
Tablet zone, infirm trial
Torrid blasts howl
Foul breath into these lungs of mine
I don't care how high the weeds have grown
I wanna go home

Radios at the ready sir
Bleeders at the ready sir
Whipping in at the ready sir
Skinners at the ready sir
I don't care whose business is known
I wanna go home

I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home

• Alternative
• Avant Rock
• Experimental
• Rock
• jazz
• songwriter
• London