Crown Of The Valley Lyrics

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Crown Of The Valley Lyrics

by Jets To Brazil

We are the high street service trays
Coming to take you away
Pasadena, 1968
With speed on your breakfast plate
Aunt cancer calls them happy pills
The Keep her calm and cool until he leaves
The mocassin skin obsession leather thigh white tennis skirt so high
The Eyes of nine are new and kind when the hair's not grey, It's white
And Grandfather's an ascot noose
Can't tie the tassles on his shoes
Leave me these are the red-eyed politics
The cocktail revisionists war room rules : No Wives or Kids here men sing the boy in them
The hedge casts heroes late across our lawn
The valley hunt militia men, all gone
Thought we had the lock in '54
Now the maid owns the house next door
and what's more swims in the pool she used to clean
Our new king looks like a queen
Leave me
Oh god stop tearing off the roof
of my experimental bathroom
It's the only thing that's halfway mine and not for your prying and lying eyes
The empire's melting like ice cream
On the altar of the sun
This skin we've stretched for centuries
It's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me