Motel of the White Locust / Losten Songtext

von Glassjaw

My dance has passed
Welcome to Hollywood, girl
Wake the fuck up to Hollywood, whore

Combine the throb within my head
Within the rhythm of my fucking feet
Say a novena for all those lost
And read the bloodstains on the sheets
I've whored myself for less than this
And I've prayed to appear too fed
As I knelt on my pillow
God, I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head
Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever
Take the place of me?
Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever
Take the place of me?

Now I kiss up to God my fists
And I pray to keep my head
Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
And my fists all fucking red
Through sickness and health
I've kissed up to God two years
I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger
In the valley of the fucking locust

Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever
Take the place of me?
Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever
Take the place of me?

Wipe it off your mouth
Get up off your knees
And make me your god
Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever
It's sexual debauchery, you fucking cunt
You cost what you're worth
Followed by a boy like this
Re-ignited by all your visits
As long as your mouth is shut
You'll still be fucking beautiful
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take my memories of her with you
Pack your shit and leave
And take her fucking with you

Fraudulent miracles make miracles sink ships
The rice paper princess (gets two for her flinches)

(Fuck you)

In the midst of the perfection
Grain on the parade
Me that's crowding day (the horns on the hood of the saint)

(Fuck you)

"But never the two shall meet"
Said the tiger to its greatest fan
"The amount of love you wish to give is more than I can stand"

"And now you leave me in defeat
Leave me a battered, broken man"
"The amount of love you wish to give is more than I can stand"

Now I have you where I want you
I know that you are listening
This is my chance to tell you everything

(Fuck you)

My chance to tell you I love you
But I've waited too long
And now the record's over
Now the record's over

(Fuck you)