I've got a suitcase full of violins
I've got an eyelid full of diamonds
City birds on billboards sing with the sirens
I gotta keep my composure
Next to your complexion
I don't want to be loved by nobody new
Cuz they'll lie to me
Like they lie to you
There was once no accountability
We were once punks in love
Now were businessmen trying to swallow our tongues
Roll around like world jungle cats
I hear the voices coming from that
Old familiar sound of ghosts making love
You'll be whatever you want to be
It's only rock n roll
It will be what it wants to be
If you love something
Carve your name into it
If it loves you same, then it's yours to hold in combat
I've got a few tricks up my sleeve
For private school girls who make believe
That daddy's got nothing but love in his eyes
Bloodlines all speaking truth
Preachers are mating with the youth
Take in the North Bay bar room lights
Cuz they'll lie to me
Like I lie to you
That's what the ghost wants
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