The Kills - Restaurant Blouse Lyrics
Music, coat hand, thats good slammingSlamming cries down up my headHockey sticks to my dead brotherLook man, I don't want anotherDrop her a restuarant blouseInto his hotel houseFeeling up the walls and thenCovering his headHeard you tell him she was evilGrew up in a army crewSkeleton bad things and partnersOn the blankets that never move?The minute you would leaveOur ??? just got upShe was the loneliest babyShe was the coldest babyMomma shakes on the highwayIn her tight white driving glovesMomma she was a demonShe got the devil movingHer man on the pier saidMy *****ing car's in theirWe could see her under waterWe could in the rearview mirrorMusic, coat hand, thats good slammingSlamming cries down up my headHockey sticks to my dead brotherLook man, I don't want anotherDrop her a restuarant blouseInto his hotel houseFeeling up the walls and thenCovering his headCaught a ride up to the desertDraw his body in the sandBoy had a pistol in his pocketGot hungry and ate his pantsThe birds know what that meansWait high in the treesThey fly like helicoptersThey want the bodyStretching, confused, Deep, deep, down, we're in his veins??????? up in his brainsTaking ?????????Your voice can come in babyAint go no choices left
