Black scene leather kid, real ameri-kid

Shove off or move my mountain

Calm these bitter bears and i'll thank you for punching a hole

And sinking my balloon. hey!



Nag my conscience, inferior conscience

Like i'm a lunatic waiting to scream

Henpecked by heroes with kingdoms of none

We're baking black mice in the sun



You are following, you are following

You were hoping to find something to shine

But you are out of your mind

To be so in love with this capital world



Searching, you go searching for fawna

With absinthe in your coffee and a gun in your hand

You should not be hunting for ghosts in this land

I say, i say .. my god! i say!



You are following, you are following

You were hoping to find something to shine

But you are out of your mind

To be so in love with this capital world



Skeletons in your head, open your mind and you'll find

Skeletons in your head, open your mind and you'll find..



Swing high, swing low

Swing high, swing low

Swing high, swing low

Swing high, swing low



You are following, you are following

You were hoping to find something to shine

But you are out of your mind

To be so in love