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parking lots - highway sidewalks lyrics

thank you new york
i hear you screaming
call the police
while i’m dreaming
you cut your mouth
on your bathroom sink
your linoleum lips
taste like ink

three cheers for the girl with the blue hair
you’re never to young to be a rock star baby
three cheers for the girl with the blue hair
you’re never to young to be a rock star baby

acid wash my arms and legs
i hope the lobby boy finds us dead
don’t call the cops ’cause i’ll be home soon

lets k!ll the babysitter and make tinfoil hats
i’ll use your name in vain, brian wilson, brian wilson, brian wilson

how minimalist of you
how post-punk, how lo-fi!
all my bones are broken, i’m gonna run to oregon and gonna kiss some pretty girls
i’m sick of all these singer-songwriters
i’m sick of all these indie artist
i’m sick of all these artist
i’m sick of everything
i’m sick of you
i’m sick of me
i’m sick of her
i’m sick of all the girls in the world my eyes hurt
i’m gonna throw up in the highway sidewalks
c minor d minor e minor triad
all the pretty boys in their checkered shoes
drinking their dollar gin
all my bones are broken
all my bones are broken
i broke all my bones
this is it

- parking lots lyrics

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