White Trash Heroes lyrics
Song information
Artist: Archers Of Loaf Album: White Trash Heroes
Lyrics
Frozen out of focus, the sunday crowd Started dreaming of television turned up too loud And coded conversations, half baked and tired Left us sleepy on blacktops burning the motor mile
And underneath the arcade, details collide There's good shopping, but all those patrons have too much style And moving in slow motion the boulevard started seething With hip half-ravers in techno bars
It ends life along the neon sign (it is like a long, imperfect time) All speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise (on the motor mile)
Sealed in concentration (soaked in complication), the lantern lights Started shrinking (seething) on dead men drinking white liquor wine And iced with complication (condensation), the methane gas Started leaking on bastards burning half red and black
We can ride along in perfect time Or speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise
And standing at the gates of nc state fair I saw you smoking with all those new friends you've got to spare And melting back in focus the sunday crowd Started sleeping with (dreaming of) white trash heroes, tv's turned down
In their eyes, along the neon sky (it ends like a long, imperfect time) All speeding past, collide and crashing, I'm in paradise (on the motor mile) We can ride along in perfect time Or dreaming of the white trash heroes on the motor mile (I'm in paradise)
It ends life along the neon sky (it ends life along in perfect time) All speeding past, collide and crashing on the motor mile We can't lie along in perfect time All dreaming of the white trash heroes, I'm in paradise
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