Teenagers And Rituals - Angels & Airwaves

Lightning cross the way, no

I can’t rest, been up for weeks

The words they come in close

They got a nerve that never sleeps, for me

I say, I wait in rooms of gold

And I crawl down to my knees

A liar, a thief and a coward a crime

I laugh my head clean off at the sight

Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da

Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da

Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da

Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da

Pull em in close, drop into the fight

Light that shit up like the Fourth of July

Lonely, cat-like master

Drive me.

Take me faster

Eye-that, side back-alley

Add to the score

Join in the war rally

I can’t recite the names

Or events that come to me

The blur of times and dates

That a drink or two, or three, will leave

I walk these streets of gold

And the smell grows on my feet

I cross and slide through a land of mines

I await the gag and my skin to bleed

Lightning cross the way, no

I can’t rest, been up for weeks

The words they come in close

They gotta a nerve that never sleeps, for me