Prime Time Deliverance

It's been awhile since I've posted on here. I'll come up with some good shit later, but for now, read these lyrics. This is one of my favorite songs because of it's lyrics. I'm busy on a top secret project. Maybe I'll tell you about it later. But probably not. Thank you for flying clusterfuck airlines.

MATTHEW GOOD BAND

"Prime Time Deliverance"

The red red lips
Of some secret solution
The Central Intelligence Agency
Has a file that's a mile longer than peace
She's naked on the phone
Watching them back
No eyes just their stupid grins
They long to be liberal mannequins
And in their tiny room
They eat Chinese food
And they don't call their wives
Cause the girl in the window is
Pressing her breasts
Up against the window pane
The guy they're after
On the floor below her
Is cutting cocaine
Higher than the building

A one way trip
Who ever thought she'd miss
The ins and outs of oxygen
The darkest side of the biggest God damn ride
You've ever been on
Her mother loves that show
Even though she never gets the answers right
It's easier to play along
Sometimes more than being wrong
They found her in her room
Wearing a pink bunny suit
In sour cherry lipstick
Hanging from the closet door
Her eyes were wide maybe to despise
Maybe just to look into your head light
Morning glow

And this is it, well this is it
Prime time deliverance