Tanline Debris

Lyrics

We never tired We stood and fought the EF10 In chains and meadows And cut a sector in the district and punched us out We confused the choir And bought a shotgun which we trained on Tuscaloosa And opened fire 'cause we were born into a cult And the trembling palm of my hand And the backhanded compliments Land on your tan lines Oh, your tan lines glow out The petroleum caught in our glands All our teeth falling out, oh my god But your tan lines Oh, your tan lines glow Who's feeling worse Declaring amnesty, and keeping heads together Asylum seekers in the laundromat at night Were holding court And kept a catchment on display against the weather A subtle ploy to keep the deal intact for the US grain But the trembling palm of my hands And the back-handed compliments Stand on your landmines And your landmines blow out The petroleum caught in our glands All our teeth falling out, oh my god Your tan lines Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow Oh, your tan lines glow