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Joan of Arkansas - Neck Deep in the New Money Lyrics




Now we're neck deep in the new, new money
No one has to go to work on Monday
We're free to live each day like bacchanal

Looking back, not sure I ever felt it
Looking down, I see the pavement melting
Looking up, I can't see any sky at all

Blue eyes
Black halo
Black halo
We're serpents living underground
We get high
To stay low...low...low...low
A car crash
In slow-mo
In slow-mo
Soon the pawn will wear the crown
Once more, here we go

We're losing signal, please stand by
There's murder in the air tonight

I like to tell myself it's art I'm making
When I know it's just self-medicating
Modern love can feel like trying to bite a wall

Ain't it backwards when you look at it that way?
Ain't it crooked when you can't even think straight?
Don't try to feed me, I've got too much on my plate

Blue eyes
Black halo
Black halo
We're serpents living underground
We get high
To stay low...low...low...low
A car crash
In slow-mo
In slow-mo
Soon the pawn will wear the crown
Once more, here we go
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Now we're neck deep in the new, new money
No one has to go to work on Monday
We're free to live each day like bacchanal

Looking back, not sure I ever felt it
Looking down, I see the pavement melting
Looking up, I can't see any sky at all

Blue eyes
Black halo
Black halo
We're serpents living underground
We get high
To stay low...low...low...low
A car crash
In slow-mo
In slow-mo
Soon the pawn will wear the crown
Once more, here we go

We're losing signal, please stand by
There's murder in the air tonight

I like to tell myself it's art I'm making
When I know it's just self-medicating
Modern love can feel like trying to bite a wall

Ain't it backwards when you look at it that way?
Ain't it crooked when you can't even think straight?
Don't try to feed me, I've got too much on my plate

Blue eyes
Black halo
Black halo
We're serpents living underground
We get high
To stay low...low...low...low
A car crash
In slow-mo
In slow-mo
Soon the pawn will wear the crown
Once more, here we go
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Writer: Nick Steffen, Sean Harris, E.P. Bradley, Joshua Lynch, Kayla Long
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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