(Matt Embrees side project, Love You Moon)
What a beautiful daughter, that she was.
So bright and blonde, and full of life.
An ambition, an audition and the will to succeed and secede.
Now she dances on the skies and on the clouds.
But she does not dance alone, no she does not dance alone.
She got hooks and strings and fingertips, lips and provocative hips.
Made of clay but not yet fired.
I'd kiss you but your paints not dry.
One more little hit and I'll be fine.
So pull yourself together darling.
Soul for purchase ain't no ordinary crime.
We all selling something honey. [x2]
Now she purges, chokes on substance.
With roaches and maggots for throwup.
Rubies and emeralds for thighs,
no room left for ink, although nothing is tattooed.
A modern science masterpiece for a face.
Silk-screened and bulging out.
You know the trap is set now impale yourself cause we all selling something.
You know the trap is set now impale yourself
Cause we all selling something.
I'd kiss you but your paints not dry.
One more little hit and I'll be fine.
So pull yourself together darling.
Soul for purchase ain't no ordinary crime.
We all selling something honey. [x2]
(hey) We all selling something (ooooh oh oh)
The trap is set now impale yourself cause we all selling something.
I'd kiss you but your paints not dry.
One more little hit and I'll be fine.
So pull yourself together darling.
Soul for purchase ain't no ordinary crime.
We all selling something honey. [x2]