Lyrics Tuesday - Moodie Black

Tuesday

Way off flesh with my face
Sawed off lace in my wake
Paris in a fire in my bathroom
Sad in my black in my costume
Driving in a circle on a day off
Staring at a wall with the sun on
Dreaming in a mouthful of past
Fucking up the cameras in my gas
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
I don’t like this house
I don’t like this town
I don’t like this job
I would rather give my power to the flowers
By the promise of a bullet to the…
Let down shamans by the fangs
Touched by the spirits for my dress
Left out of war
Wanna fucking run but I’mm torn
What I love what I need
I want more
Whatever the pain from your eyes
I ain’t what there is I’m a product of the sky
Buried in the prairies it’s apparent I will die
Probably with appearance of the body i defied
Every day is hard
Some days are harder, heart stops often
No insurance so I’m off it…
Pattern of the black fucked out
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods
Tearing up my Gods