Pistols - Throw Me The Statue

Top down, not like we miss you*

You little boys fall on your pistols

Annie does your boyfriend know?

You seek a habit and a small feeling of danger

Slow glide down through the canyon

Tearing the layers off with abandon

These lonely brothers on the radio

If that’s a DJ I’m the pilgrim Mona Lisa

Told her uphill, welcome to the show

Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in

Love stinks, finance the issue

You be the banks and I’ll be the missiles

Annie this is how things go

You lose your suburbs and my coastlines wanna meet you

Mid phrase, hostage the authors

Poor Joe McCarthy is searching for lovers

Let’s believe our parents' tomes

This generation’s missing (an) awful lot of bother

Total repeal, welcome to the show

Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in