vox, lyrics, plucked guitars, programming: Craig M
guitars: Carlos Vivanco
guitars: Glen Manga
idling on the shoulder, friend
just to have you back again
i take you on the slick macadam
yet i don’t know you from adam
we play our silly games
but i’m not the one to blame
give me back something i could never have
love me
jackass
don’t make me feel bad
he loves me, and
he loves me not
my stomach twists itself in knots
when we're finished i feel hollow
i pretend to leave
but in the truck
i follow.
i wallow
i crawl
from my beautiful stranger
we’re the red set
we’re the red set, red set
we're the red set.
what’s your name, sir?
are you from these parts?
are you prepared
to steal my heart?
beneath the shattered arcs
transfixed in bunny beams
and frozen scenes
dogging spots
for old has-beens
idling, on the shoulder, yet
crawling,
kerbcrawling
full blood for the half-breed
to the darkest parts.
we’re the red set
we’re the red set, uh-huh
we're the red set
or we’re dead set
on being the next
red set.
