Atmosphere - Star Shaped Heart (Instrumental) lyrics

Dusty trails Jezabels singing about heads and tails Breast pocket full of useless words I made a promise I would prove my worth I gotta work, gotta work till I sweat poison You gaining on it like you tryin' ta exploit him I gave a f** when I was a lot younger But lady luck got a box cutter She laughs at her suiters, consumers Tune her in the letter, blast out the woofers The usual is the new normal Beautiful lurks in the background vocals I don't sh** in the sandbox I'm not winning the dance off And I ain't trying to sound scummy But if you lick my wounds, it taste like money Tattoo say loves life Attitude like a sunrise And when the tongue come untied You keep it on a quick draw like a gunfight If it's done right, strange is a single arm The truth is I only came here to read your palms The freaks keep it moving till the beat is gone We're trying to grow a greener lawn It goes oh my goodness We got too much love, now there's nowhere to put it Time flew like it's designed to do And all we left behind were clues The handprints are bloody Because the puppy outran the bunny And I ain't trying to sound hungry But if you lick my wounds, it taste like money Do you like to make party? Yeah, you and who's army? Man, we're on a random mission With a van full of vandalism Study my mannerisms These are not the hands of a handsome prince But I feel like a supernova Don't lose control of the booze or the motor I got a star shaped heart You got a house made out of face cards This graveyard used to be a K-Mart But before that it was a graveyard You can't be a rich man If your soul is a swimming pool of quicksand And I ain't trying to sound funny But if you lick my wounds, it taste like money