Tending to the city's broken heart
Little question marks linger over lonely people
In the diner after dark
All cooing in their tiny china cups
One great devastated row at the plate glass window
We move to greet the emphysemic outlaws at the park
Hoarding fourteen nips of Dewars
In an army jacket liquor cabinet
Starving out the skaters for a ledge under the stars
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
Magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
A poem for the blue stalls
In the bathrooms of the world in the backs of bars
Hungry neon lovers' symbols hurled across the booths
At the new boys, a little thick between the ears
He's going for sentimental, but he's comin' off severe
He says he's dead for seven years
He was dutifully revered
In certain circles they were casting statues out of potter plaster
But that was all a while ago
Before he got here
Now he lives on gin and tonics
And studies Economics
Magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
All you magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
Slaughter Beach - Song For Oscar's Lyrics
Slaughter Beach - Song For Oscar's Lyrics
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Tending to the city's broken heart
Little question marks linger over lonely people
In the diner after dark
All cooing in their tiny china cups
One great devastated row at the plate glass window
We move to greet the emphysemic outlaws at the park
Hoarding fourteen nips of Dewars
In an army jacket liquor cabinet
Starving out the skaters for a ledge under the stars
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
Magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
A poem for the blue stalls
In the bathrooms of the world in the backs of bars
Hungry neon lovers' symbols hurled across the booths
At the new boys, a little thick between the ears
He's going for sentimental, but he's comin' off severe
He says he's dead for seven years
He was dutifully revered
In certain circles they were casting statues out of potter plaster
But that was all a while ago
Before he got here
Now he lives on gin and tonics
And studies Economics
Magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
All you magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
Little question marks linger over lonely people
In the diner after dark
All cooing in their tiny china cups
One great devastated row at the plate glass window
We move to greet the emphysemic outlaws at the park
Hoarding fourteen nips of Dewars
In an army jacket liquor cabinet
Starving out the skaters for a ledge under the stars
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
Magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
A poem for the blue stalls
In the bathrooms of the world in the backs of bars
Hungry neon lovers' symbols hurled across the booths
At the new boys, a little thick between the ears
He's going for sentimental, but he's comin' off severe
He says he's dead for seven years
He was dutifully revered
In certain circles they were casting statues out of potter plaster
But that was all a while ago
Before he got here
Now he lives on gin and tonics
And studies Economics
Magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
All you magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors
Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
Writer: Jacob Ewald, Ian Farmer, Zachary Mason
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC