Snake Oil Tanker
This time you've dug yourself an anchor
too heavy to move ahead with
Resembling a faker, charming snake oil tankers
Don't let them strike you down
I know that you wish I was dead
I know 'cause you told me last weekend
And Christmas has never felt colder
I've never felt colder
This time you've dug yourself an anchor
too heavy to move ahead with
Resembling a faker, charming snake oil tankers
Don't let them strike you down
I know that you wish I was dead
I know 'cause you told me last weekend
And Christmas has never felt colder
I haven't felt colder since

Southern Rock
I can't believe my heart's still pounding
I can't believe how close I came
And meanwhile heaven's falling
The fallen angels flown away
And that'll be me someday
With stolen wings and evil ways
Straight south with the keys to the pearly gates

Hard to believe my heart stopped pounding
Hard to believe I played this game
My worst nightmares became real
I got so scared that I forgot my name
And that'll be me someday
With stolen wings and evil ways
Straight south with the keys to the pearly gates

Cooking Wine
Sorry i'm late
I was out spoiling my liver
I couldn't wait
The sun was up for far too long today
And i can't see straight, but the two of you look awfully pretty
and i couldn't wait
Been awake for far too long today
And is it strong enough to burn away the cooking wine?
And i'm just tired enough,
If i closed my eyes i'll sleep for days,
I'll sleep for days
Sorry i'm late i was out spoiling my liver
i couldn't wait
The sun was up for far too long today
And i can't see straight
But the two of you look awfully pretty
You're fucking beautiful
And is it strong enough to burn away the cooking wine?
and i'm just tired enough
If i close my eyes
i'll sleep for days
I'll sleep for days

For Your Lungs Only
A right turn gone wrong
Nothing left but the dust
Left to fill your lungs up
Have to choke, and choke, and choke
Repercussion, what got us this form
Facilitation for feeling listless
Repercussion, what got us this form
Facilitation for feeling listless
The son sits out in the sun
And that's when he calls 'father'
He realized a long time ago
He's never coming home, no
Repercussion, what got us this form
Facilitation for feeling listless
Repercussion, what got us this form
Facilitation for feeling listless