Amanda Palmer - Night Reconnaisance lyrics
[Amanda Palmer - Night Reconnaisance lyrics]
Nothing is crueler than children who
Come from good homes
God'll forgive them I guess but
Whose side are you on
Driving around the old town I remember it all
Dropping my lunchbox and Tampax
All over the hall
(And they said) you are a socialist
Cokehead we know from your clothes
You are a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Think you're a poet a folk
Singer poseur nah oh
A volleyball player you've got to
Be kidding us all so we hide from the guns
On our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the
Dark side of the lawn
No-one can stop us the plot
Is a work of genius
No-one has bought the rights yet
But we're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fit's
In the script
Directed by Spielberg and starring
The masochist club mary, you look like hell
Stuck in that ridiculous shell
Give us some light and God's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and God's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and God's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood
"holllleeeeeeeewood!"
And we hide from the guns
On our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the
Dark side of the lawn
One plays a socialist cokehead we
Dress in my clothes
One plays a Satanist worshipper of thing evil
One plays a poet who starts up
A band of his own
One plays a volleyball player with
Both her wrists broke
And we wear what we want
On our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes the
Dark suburban lawns
And we give them good homes give
Them love they've never known
In the loft of the barn in
The town where I was born
Come from good homes
God'll forgive them I guess but
Whose side are you on
Driving around the old town I remember it all
Dropping my lunchbox and Tampax
All over the hall
(And they said) you are a socialist
Cokehead we know from your clothes
You are a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Think you're a poet a folk
Singer poseur nah oh
A volleyball player you've got to
Be kidding us all so we hide from the guns
On our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the
Dark side of the lawn
No-one can stop us the plot
Is a work of genius
No-one has bought the rights yet
But we're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fit's
In the script
Directed by Spielberg and starring
The masochist club mary, you look like hell
Stuck in that ridiculous shell
Give us some light and God's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and God's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and God's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood
"holllleeeeeeeewood!"
And we hide from the guns
On our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the
Dark side of the lawn
One plays a socialist cokehead we
Dress in my clothes
One plays a Satanist worshipper of thing evil
One plays a poet who starts up
A band of his own
One plays a volleyball player with
Both her wrists broke
And we wear what we want
On our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes the
Dark suburban lawns
And we give them good homes give
Them love they've never known
In the loft of the barn in
The town where I was born