Letra de Masticated Outboard Motors
What is a city without lines? A forest floor with some children that don't work no more I am the bush that peeks through blinds Don't fall behind, rain makes the sheetsFor high-tide bakers who bake fancy cakes for magistrative sensitives And anyone who is for the disconnective gestures of the frontline blue blood pedlars Sign off, their mothers are boarsHold the lines, the ferries are sinking Set upon, wait, your face I fought the radar Isle of Paul, the backs are breakers Anyone you're thinking of? We come from cities We built the citiesWhat is a charter without maids? While the beaches are cold Set the branches so they burn like gold And bold sensations for the broken home urchins Buy their shells, I thought about itFerries and bowlers and maybe we're headed for the bottom Frozen lake, love and sons of divorce I feel my kind is beating blood upon night's door What for, dear? Tell me what forHold the lines and blow your feathers Ripe for the birthing I fought the radar The city you live in is a magistrative nightmare Famous lakes We burnt the back seatsOh mastication, we hate the front lines