Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Exclusive Grave lyrics

Awaken on the satin sheets Another velvet morning Gaze down at the stinking streets Black gla** reflects a warning The losing team are in their place The fat of the land is your right You put it all into your face The only one in sight Your tongue moves like a shining sword In your suit of armour, powder blue You're running with the wild ones And the boys always get up to no good It's different when they're not around Long lunches go down slowly With no one to ma**age your neck The black cloud descends You watch yourself on the news, don't let the feeling die You watch yourself on the news, phone rings Take the ticket Take the ticket Here's to you, looking at you Looking at you, looking at you You watch yourself on the news, don't let the feeling die You watch yourself on the news, phone rings Take the ticket Take the ticket Past the stone gate, corridor winds Velvet carpet draped under shining candlelight Oil portraits hang, enter the mahogany room Behind the black rope lies the golden box Now you're going home, now you're going home