DESCRIPTION:
Harlequin Jones
Self Titled EP

LYRICS

This city's dead i can smell it

and I'm going down as its product

if i cant get my hide out alive

skin the soul to pay for the ride


cuz the gutters give the story all away

you can't always get your way


like some damn christ curling off of his cross

i've replaced weight of burden with impact of loss

splinters in wrists like broken teeth

I'm praying for you to pray for me


cuz the gutter's give the story all away

you cant always get your way


its instinct that kills

nothing i learned

pulse beats on impulse

that old primal urge

head in hands and blood on sleeve

I'm praying for you to pray for me


the gutters give the story all away

you can't always get your way

the gutters give the story all away

you can't always get your way


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