Lyrics Pilot - Ed Schrader's Music Beat

Pilot

See the pilot ferrying blood
Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down
Jackasses validated in papyrus God save kings
All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids
Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings
Well I prayed in tune to your crescent moon
Now blood is on my chest and a dead man’s boots
Cradling the gun, my last of kin, God save kings ho!
When I came to the valley I saw your name
And I can’t get myself through a night again
'Til I cut 'em down from the lynchers on the horses that you play
Hear the drums beckoning the pirate prince, rattle my bones in the widow fields
I can see the flags comin' over the hills, God save kings
See the pilot ferrying blood
Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down
Jackasses validated in papyrus God save kings
All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids
Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings