Well you've got spiders hanging all around the place
Plastered like a painting on the wall
You wanted it all
But that's a waste
Keep your trojan horses lined up in the hall
Who's next, who's next?
Not me, not me
When the weather is a prehistoric chill
A pattern of an all-forgotten life
You're hanging from your eyes out the windowsill
Someone's gotta learn to blow the fife
Two, three, four...
Lukewarm bath salts
Alt-right assholes and me
Trading toothaches
Holyrollers at ease
Well the labels are all sealed to mark their place
A flavor left alone within the rot
An unexplored lot
Parking meter replaced
Taxi cabs are soaking in the pot
Thanks a lot, thanks a lot
Takes a lot, takes a lot
When my mind is playing checkers in the dark
A fragment of an ordinary sound
Attacking me now
As you always are
Someday you might look for me around
But until I see ground
I won't anchor in your sea
Heavy metal rock and rollers
Head East
Coil: Recoil Video (MV)
Performed By: The Sleeps
Length: 3:14
Written by: Finn Capurro-Durkee, Gabe Wall, Jonah Lounds, Tobias Darci-Maher
The Sleeps - Coil: Recoil Lyrics
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Well you've got spiders hanging all around the place
Plastered like a painting on the wall
You wanted it all
But that's a waste
Keep your trojan horses lined up in the hall
Who's next, who's next?
Not me, not me
When the weather is a prehistoric chill
A pattern of an all-forgotten life
You're hanging from your eyes out the windowsill
Someone's gotta learn to blow the fife
Two, three, four...
Lukewarm bath salts
Alt-right assholes and me
Trading toothaches
Holyrollers at ease
Well the labels are all sealed to mark their place
A flavor left alone within the rot
An unexplored lot
Parking meter replaced
Taxi cabs are soaking in the pot
Thanks a lot, thanks a lot
Takes a lot, takes a lot
When my mind is playing checkers in the dark
A fragment of an ordinary sound
Attacking me now
As you always are
Someday you might look for me around
But until I see ground
I won't anchor in your sea
Heavy metal rock and rollers
Head East
Plastered like a painting on the wall
You wanted it all
But that's a waste
Keep your trojan horses lined up in the hall
Who's next, who's next?
Not me, not me
When the weather is a prehistoric chill
A pattern of an all-forgotten life
You're hanging from your eyes out the windowsill
Someone's gotta learn to blow the fife
Two, three, four...
Lukewarm bath salts
Alt-right assholes and me
Trading toothaches
Holyrollers at ease
Well the labels are all sealed to mark their place
A flavor left alone within the rot
An unexplored lot
Parking meter replaced
Taxi cabs are soaking in the pot
Thanks a lot, thanks a lot
Takes a lot, takes a lot
When my mind is playing checkers in the dark
A fragment of an ordinary sound
Attacking me now
As you always are
Someday you might look for me around
But until I see ground
I won't anchor in your sea
Heavy metal rock and rollers
Head East
Writer: Finn Capurro-Durkee, Gabe Wall, Jonah Lounds, Tobias Darci-Maher
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid