Star Shaped Heart - ATMOSPHERE

Dusty trails\nJezabels singing about heads and tails\nBreast pocket full of useless words\nI made a promise I would prove my worth\nI gotta work, gotta work 'til I sweat poison\nYou gaining on it like you tryin' ta exploit him\nI gave a fuck when I was a lot younger\nBut Lady Luck got a box cutter\nShe laughs at her suiters, consumers\nTune her in the letter, blast out the woofers\nThe usual is the new normal\nBeautiful lurks in the background vocals\nI don’t shit in the sandbox\nI’m not winning the dance off\nAnd I ain’t trying to sound scummy\nBut if you lick my wounds it taste like money\nTattoo say ''love life''\nAttitude like a sunrise\nAnd when the tongue come untied\nYou keep it on a quick draw like a gunfight\nIf it’s done right strange is a single arm\nThe truth is I only came here to read your palms\nThe freaks keep it moving 'til the beat is gone\nWe’re trying to grow a greener lawn\nIt goes ''oh my goodness''\nWe got too much love, now there’s nowhere to put it Time flew like it’s designed to do And all we left behind were clues\nThe handprints are bloody\nBecause the puppy outran the bunny\nAnd I ain’t trying to sound hungry\nBut if you lick my wounds it taste like money\nDo you like to make party?\nYeah, you and who’s army?\nMan, we’re on a random mission\nWith a van full of vandalism\nStudy my mannerisms\nThese are not the hands of a handsome prince\nBut I feel like a supernova\nDon’t lose control of the booze or the motor\nI got a star shaped heart\nYou got a house made out of face cards\nThis graveyard used to be a K-Mart\nBut before that it was a graveyard\nYou can’t be a rich man\nIf your soul is a swimming pool of quicksand\nAnd I ain’t trying to sound funny\nBut if you lick my wounds it taste like money