Battering rams ram through the door
I don't live here anymore
Pour my cider down the sink
So there's not a drop for them to drink
It's my last night home and I don't trust them
The way the blood orange sinks into my hair
Holes in the waist of my underwear
Bigamy, bigamy built this ballroom
I tore it down, gave me Mr. Tall and Gloomy
It's my last night home and I want some peace.
credits
from The New South,
released March 1, 2014
AL- voices, guitars, vocoder, percussion loop, microKORG
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