Royal Bangs - Fireball

When the voice of the evening speaks to all of usThat husky twilit tone's adviceIs to follow the black lights to an honest lifeAnd tuck the needles down insideWith the pale gemsAnd the soft glossAnd the vipers nest will do us wrongBut our objective is differentAnd though we live apartWe'll have no restThe plaster on my wallsShaking up all theThings that I stoleFrom youIts a locust sweep through the mirrored blocksA shining swarm to clense our cityWell I'll stay our of doors, let them suck me inNo life, just a fireball burningA country side, a gardenThats all that we wantBut we can't winWhere I can be your manWhere I can be your manWhere I can be yoursAgain