THE BLOOD BROTHERS LYRICS - 1,2,3,4 Guitars

THE BLOOD BROTHERS LYRICS

"1,2,3,4 Guitars"

Let's sling our rain slicks over

February's fantastic antlers

Sprouting from the foreheads of

World famous necromancers.

The winter's looming like a

Bloodthirsty bird of prey.

And I guarantee by spring we'll either be

World famous or goddamned dead.



Guitar one fastens languid years to busty bones

Like dust and skin on a dull antique moon.



Guitar two's touch keeps ruining lovers for other lovers

Like jokers concealed in trick decks in our laps.



There's a train tumbling down torn paper tracks

While weeds blossom from heartbeats that lack.



Guitar three's dancing even though

Her song ended ages and ages ago.

At a dance club suspended

In the middle of a rambling sentence.



Guitar four says, "if you still believe in the grace of man,

Let me introduce you to greedy greedy greedy hands."



Let's sling our rain slicks over

Every single second to the rapture

Dripping from clocks

Ticking all our misadventures.

The winter left town with

Some seventeen-year-old waitress.

And spring's laying in a pile of

All the moments of our misadventures.