Story Behind the Song
Recorded in Mike's garage. In the winter. Cold.
Lyrics
This car runs on ruins baby, and I’ve got to say:
“there’s too many fucking strangers in the city.”
Consummate we cum by nightfall darling,
And I’ve said it: “There’s something sinister about the way we’re living.”
Laugh at the death of a single mother, but we have to do this,
Live into another and live into each other.
Come take it and give in,
We’ve got to take back these country woes.
And this truck looks like Las Vegas Baby, (this car’s on fire)
So let the dust cover us.
And there’s no such thing as a perfect moment,
So let’s let the dusk cover us.
I’m running on rhythm darling,
I’ll let it cum in me and course through me.
Try to relive your final breath, it’s nothing.
Things get down,
But we get up and we get done down here.
Common ground is a greatest moment.
With all distaste for others it’s hard to live through another.
I’m running on ruins now,
It’s so this way and its sway.
And this truck looks like Las Vegas Baby, (this car’s on fire)
So let the dust cover us.
And there’s no such thing as a perfect moment,
So let’s let the dusk cover us
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