Destroyer - The Sublimation Hour lyrics
[Destroyer - The Sublimation Hour lyrics]
So you had the best legs in
A business built for kicks
But was this changing of the guards
Really supposed to make you sick?
It's alright the sublimation hour!
Medium rotation, the shock of the new
And a memo from Feldman saying
"Everything is true" it's alright
The sublimation hour!
Don't spend your life conceiving
That the widows won't get
Sick of their grieving
'Til everyone walks out
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n'
Roll is all about, princess?
Express your bloated self
Willful and indignant
In the face of somebody's lord
You try to summon up the spirit's
Live on Face the Nation
But the port authority
Just taxed incantations alright
The sublimate hour!
Auction off the temple, it's money well-spent
Hey, are those tears in your
Eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
Alright the sublimate hour!
Don't spend your life conceiving
That the widows won't get
Sick of their grieving
'Til everyone walks out
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n'
Roll is all about, princess?
Confess your bloated self
Willful and indignant
In the face of somebody's lord, ah
So put your hands together
I hear it's a must
Until this phoney Beatlemania has
Bitten the dust it's alright
The sublimation hour!
I guess the streets will suffice
'til everybody makes nice
But there's a rumor going 'round
Even Destroyers have a price it's alright
The sublimation hour!
Don't spend your life conceiving
A business built for kicks
But was this changing of the guards
Really supposed to make you sick?
It's alright the sublimation hour!
Medium rotation, the shock of the new
And a memo from Feldman saying
"Everything is true" it's alright
The sublimation hour!
Don't spend your life conceiving
That the widows won't get
Sick of their grieving
'Til everyone walks out
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n'
Roll is all about, princess?
Express your bloated self
Willful and indignant
In the face of somebody's lord
You try to summon up the spirit's
Live on Face the Nation
But the port authority
Just taxed incantations alright
The sublimate hour!
Auction off the temple, it's money well-spent
Hey, are those tears in your
Eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
Alright the sublimate hour!
Don't spend your life conceiving
That the widows won't get
Sick of their grieving
'Til everyone walks out
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n'
Roll is all about, princess?
Confess your bloated self
Willful and indignant
In the face of somebody's lord, ah
So put your hands together
I hear it's a must
Until this phoney Beatlemania has
Bitten the dust it's alright
The sublimation hour!
I guess the streets will suffice
'til everybody makes nice
But there's a rumor going 'round
Even Destroyers have a price it's alright
The sublimation hour!
Don't spend your life conceiving