Gangsters

Lyrics
To lick your wounds and crack through The morphine sweet darkness Bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss It's you I can't forget I ain't cost you yet, I ain't lost you yet Jumped away from the land Ground to a point love's blind pretense Burst all those syphilic cysts That rot the love of God Stood where Moses trod, the lucky sod, you yet I ain't caught it yet Cast your clever net But I ain't caught it yet How can I forget? How can I forget? You cast your clever net, but I ain't caught it yet Gangsters don't cry, when they shoot you to die So keep the whites of their eyes in your sights I'm staring buck naked at the world No fig leaf needed, pure as gold Burst all this complicated bliss That rots the love of God Stood where Moses trod, the lucky sod And fizz the first touch of your tongue Flinched like the grip of moist uncle Sniff sweet cocaine and disco sick 'Cause I can drink to this, every shot of bliss Aw shucks, aw shucks hits I ain't caught it yet You cast their clever net, but I ain't caught it yet How can I forget? And how can I forget? You cast your clever net, but I ain't caught it yet Aw shucks, aw shucks Gangsters don't cry when they shoot you to die So keep the whites of your eyes in my sights Lying in the sun like a fat dog with you is worth cancer Few pleasures, how white my little clean ass could be? There is not yet a neat media label to describe you and me and this age Well, fuck them And on the streets there's an advert Real people pickled to the bone by the vultures of culture golf Hold on to yourself, so hang on Hang on to yourself Come on, come on, come on Make it feel like stealers tongue A real flesh eater Fortune smiles on the the whites of the teeth So bite me bite me bite me as aniseed candy And in the parks they skate to flow it all out It's all out, they're all out, they're all out I'm so glad they're all out
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Credits
- Writers
- Crispin Hunt