Cobracaine By DMA’S
Here to see it disappear
Wanted to be free, nothing but a dress
Yellow cellophane on her bathroom window, yellow
Time, her mind will never keep
Station wagons, cheap, spider from a spark
Wanna hold her hand, waiting for the perfect moment
Wanted to go on holiday
Wasted kids so dead inside
Time, her mind will never keep
Station wagons, cheap, spider from a spark
Wanna hold her hand, waiting for the perfect moment
A call from her silver child and lips ever fades
Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine
Wanted to go on holiday
Wasted kids so dead inside
Wanted to go on holiday
Wasted kids so dead inside
Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine
Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine
In silence