Cold War Kids - Rubidoux lyrics
[Cold War Kids - Rubidoux lyrics]
Cram your paper money snug closer than before
Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows
And your eyes are shifting
Dials like AM radios
Snowed over, river melted more last night
Still the same to shovel
Windshields of spidered ice
Yes, yes, mother I mean to be baptized
Seeds that make the higher
Ground grow and multiply
Drive to Rubidoux in the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight
What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight?
Just empty desert light
Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs
And tuck themselves in percussion
As succession was
Tonight as single simple folk
Played themselves low
Just like talking city blues down
In the hallway low
Drive to Rubidoux in the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight
What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight?
Just empty desert light
I suggest that you respect the deal
And keep your nose out of business of
Priests and holy men
The life you have chosen
Is filled with dirty fingernails and
Lost and founds and cancelled appointments
10 more avenues, time to choose
And there's rain that'll fall down on five
There's 50 doors to choose from
And there's many more
Many more inside, inside, inside
Well, the nighttime's going to come
The nighttime's going to come
Drive to Rubidoux in the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight
What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight?
Just empty desert light
Drive to Rubidoux in the middle of the night
Drive to Rubidoux in the middle of the night
Drive to Rubidoux in the middle of the night
Just empty desert light
It's just empty desert light
It's just empty desert light
Sermon vs the Gospel take 4
Getting closer everyday
Getting closer everyday
Lord, have mercy on me
We're talking about two different things
Television and Life Magazine
Lord, have mercy on me
Oh, Lord, have mercy on me
Got this idea in my head and
I can't get it out
'Cause all your money and all your
Culture I could truly live without
I'm piling treasures up on Earth
What you keep and what you take
Property, vanity
Even knowledge for knowledge sake and I said
Lord, have mercy on me
We're talking about two different things
Television and Life Magazine
Lord, have mercy on me
Oh, Lord, have mercy on me
Don't want to see no psychoanalyst
Experienced in assisting to adjust
European travel, the H-bomb
Presidential elections
The front page of the New York Times
The front page of the New York Times
Lord, have mercy on me
We're talking about two different things
Television and Life Magazine
Lord, have mercy on me
Lord, Lord, have mercy on me
Quit your griping, shine your shoes
I'll tell you a little secret for your blues
Don't make no difference who's
Watching from the stands
The fat lady always claps her hands
Lord, have mercy on me
Say it even if you're robbing from the poor
Lord, have mercy on me
I believe the words can change the heart
The words can change the heart
The words can change the heart
Lord, have mercy on me
Lord, Lord, Lord, have mercy on me
Talking about two different things
Television and Life Magazine
Yeah, yeah, Lord, have mercy on me
Oh, God, Lord, have mercy on me
Getting closer every day
Getting closer every day
Getting closer every day