Black Tar - The Kills
One hit
One invention
You must pay a ransom love
Lust you're
To handsome
Fairy tales are fair game
The world
Is looking for you
Sharpening it's blade
London's blood
Thirsty
Paris is
Vain
Open
A vain
On the pulse of me
Big bruise
And our wings sparrowed
I'm gonna catch
You by the
Hair on the nile
Fortunes herald
Prick quick to
Pick a fight
The world is
Tripping for you
Beading up your
Blood
L A cats on ya
New york
Black
Tar
Runs
Over
Runs
Over you
For fun
Big bruise and our wings sparrowed
Hot cook an old
Narrow light
Tucked
Prim primed
If chance was so divine
Why
Cool thing go mad crazy
Some dick is looking for
A way
White screen field of daisies
Pull 'em up
They
Are
Stay
Standing in your way
Stay
Standing in your way
