.​.​.​the persuit of sexiness

by Perdition

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Recorded for our Spring 7" release in Europe

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released 18 March 2014

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Track Name: Lick it, Stick it, See ya later, Bye!
It was a summer night in Texas
The kind where the heat won't stop
We were sitting in the backyard
Trying to find that perfect song

And we played those fucking records
Even as the wax was wearing thin
And we prayed to a god we don't believe in
That our real lives would never begin

You swore that you'd believe me
When I'd say I'd stop pretending
That this isn't my reality
That this isn't who I want to be
No I'm never coming back here
Though giving up will kill me
No I'm never coming back here

Now it's springtime here in Germany
I've no idea where Alex has gone
Drunkenly screaming anthems into the street
I can't believe how far we've come

And we still play those fucking records
Even as the wax is wearing thin
And we pray to a god we don't believe in
Our real lives will never begin

You swore that you'd believe me
When I'd say I'd stop pretending
That this isn't my reality
That this isn't who I want to be
No I'm never coming back here
Though giving up will kill me
No I'm never coming back here

Every night as we drive onward
Down an unfamiliar road
With an ache in my knees
And a fire inside my throat
I watch the sky fly by above me
Out a rented van window
I feel a sense of comfort and peace that I have never known

You swore that you'd believe me
When I'd say I'd stop pretending
That this isn't my reality
That this isn't who I want to be
No I'm never coming back here
Though giving up will kill me
No I'm never coming back here

It was a summer night in Texas
The kind where the heat won't stop
Track Name: Laughing Clown Malt Liquor
It was a summer night in Texas
The kind where the heat won't stop
We were sitting in the backyard
Trying to find that perfect song

And we played those fucking records
Even as the wax was wearing thin
And we prayed to a god we don't believe in
That our real lives would never begin

You swore that you'd believe me
When I'd say I'd stop pretending
That this isn't my reality
That this isn't who I want to be
And I'm never coming back here
Though giving up will kill
I swear I'm never coming back here

Now it's springtime here in Germany
I've no idea where Alex had gone
Drunkenly screaming anthems into the street
I can't believe how far we've come

And we still play those fucking records
Even though the wax is wearing thin
And we pray to a god we don't believe in
Our real lives will never begin

You swore that you'd believe me
When I'd say I'd stop pretending
That this isn't my reality
That this isn't who I want to be
And I'm never coming back here
Though giving up will kill
I swear I'm never coming back here

Each night as we drive onward
Down an unfamiliar road
With an ache in my knees
And a fire inside my throat
I watch the sky fly by above me
Through a rented van window
I feel a comfort and peace that I have never known