Oh, team machine!
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cops throat
and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, team machine!
Every single piano I've ever met in my life
never sounded as good as melted casio keys
burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that laser rain kept me up all night again
scratching at the windows like a bright colored beast,
howling at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
Shake your hands like they're full of feathers.
Shake your wings like they're laced with sound.
Shake your skin like a scrambled tv.
Gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.
I think my night unplugged its life.
Digital sunrise!
Digital sunset!
Oh, team machine!
The world's got no end and it's got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines,
looking over cliffs of eternity.
Shake your hands like they're full of disaster.
Shake your wings like they're painted with tar.
Shake your skin like it's sewn with insects.
Gnash your teeth like an exploding car.
And if your night unplugs its life blame it on the laser rain.
And if your life unplugs its eyes blame it on the laser rain.
Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times; now it's buried in a digital coffin.
so climb out your windowsill as the drum machines laugh to themselves.
The Blood Brothers - Laser Life Lyrics
The Blood Brothers - Laser Life Lyrics
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Oh, team machine!
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cops throat
and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, team machine!
Every single piano I've ever met in my life
never sounded as good as melted casio keys
burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that laser rain kept me up all night again
scratching at the windows like a bright colored beast,
howling at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
Shake your hands like they're full of feathers.
Shake your wings like they're laced with sound.
Shake your skin like a scrambled tv.
Gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.
I think my night unplugged its life.
Digital sunrise!
Digital sunset!
Oh, team machine!
The world's got no end and it's got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines,
looking over cliffs of eternity.
Shake your hands like they're full of disaster.
Shake your wings like they're painted with tar.
Shake your skin like it's sewn with insects.
Gnash your teeth like an exploding car.
And if your night unplugs its life blame it on the laser rain.
And if your life unplugs its eyes blame it on the laser rain.
Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times; now it's buried in a digital coffin.
so climb out your windowsill as the drum machines laugh to themselves.
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watch crabs and lobsters eat a dead cops throat
and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, team machine!
Every single piano I've ever met in my life
never sounded as good as melted casio keys
burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that laser rain kept me up all night again
scratching at the windows like a bright colored beast,
howling at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
Shake your hands like they're full of feathers.
Shake your wings like they're laced with sound.
Shake your skin like a scrambled tv.
Gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.
I think my night unplugged its life.
Digital sunrise!
Digital sunset!
Oh, team machine!
The world's got no end and it's got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines,
looking over cliffs of eternity.
Shake your hands like they're full of disaster.
Shake your wings like they're painted with tar.
Shake your skin like it's sewn with insects.
Gnash your teeth like an exploding car.
And if your night unplugs its life blame it on the laser rain.
And if your life unplugs its eyes blame it on the laser rain.
Because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twelve times; now it's buried in a digital coffin.
so climb out your windowsill as the drum machines laugh to themselves.
Writer: CODY VOTOLATO, JOHN WHITNEY, JORDAN BLILIE, MARK SUNIL GAJADHAR, MORGAN HENDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING