Send me to a new age
Read me from a new page
Tenfold, a centerfold
Lincoln lives! The reverend's old
Sickening, flickering, in the heat's got me cold and out of breath
Smoldering, scolding, sunshine soldiering's not for kids
Shattering, scattering, acid rain pattering, this whole world was made for you
Pushing, pulling, patriots schooling anyone who finds out something true
Perfectly free and out of time
'Tis of thee but 'tis not mine
Dead end streets alight by angst
Intellectual hunger pangs
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Poverty's an age-old sin
Senator-saints are marching in
Drop their bombs, then win a Nobel
This place can be a f*cking hard sell
Burning, turning, courts adjourning, slush funds fan the justice flame
Judicious mumbling, arrogant tumbling, f*ck me Lord, accept my shame
House is down, bless the crown, holy honorific worshiping
Caressing, stressing, children are addressing desperate collective bargaining
People say it's worse out there
Then they throw away their lives for a little health care
Another voice of reason's what I really gotta hear
But you can't hear shit in an echo chamber
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Ooo, I'm dying
Rather be red than dead
Summer On Venus - Modern Vintage Lyrics
Summer On Venus - Modern Vintage Lyrics
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Send me to a new age
Read me from a new page
Tenfold, a centerfold
Lincoln lives! The reverend's old
Sickening, flickering, in the heat's got me cold and out of breath
Smoldering, scolding, sunshine soldiering's not for kids
Shattering, scattering, acid rain pattering, this whole world was made for you
Pushing, pulling, patriots schooling anyone who finds out something true
Perfectly free and out of time
'Tis of thee but 'tis not mine
Dead end streets alight by angst
Intellectual hunger pangs
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Poverty's an age-old sin
Senator-saints are marching in
Drop their bombs, then win a Nobel
This place can be a f*cking hard sell
Burning, turning, courts adjourning, slush funds fan the justice flame
Judicious mumbling, arrogant tumbling, f*ck me Lord, accept my shame
House is down, bless the crown, holy honorific worshiping
Caressing, stressing, children are addressing desperate collective bargaining
People say it's worse out there
Then they throw away their lives for a little health care
Another voice of reason's what I really gotta hear
But you can't hear shit in an echo chamber
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Ooo, I'm dying
Rather be red than dead
Read me from a new page
Tenfold, a centerfold
Lincoln lives! The reverend's old
Sickening, flickering, in the heat's got me cold and out of breath
Smoldering, scolding, sunshine soldiering's not for kids
Shattering, scattering, acid rain pattering, this whole world was made for you
Pushing, pulling, patriots schooling anyone who finds out something true
Perfectly free and out of time
'Tis of thee but 'tis not mine
Dead end streets alight by angst
Intellectual hunger pangs
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Poverty's an age-old sin
Senator-saints are marching in
Drop their bombs, then win a Nobel
This place can be a f*cking hard sell
Burning, turning, courts adjourning, slush funds fan the justice flame
Judicious mumbling, arrogant tumbling, f*ck me Lord, accept my shame
House is down, bless the crown, holy honorific worshiping
Caressing, stressing, children are addressing desperate collective bargaining
People say it's worse out there
Then they throw away their lives for a little health care
Another voice of reason's what I really gotta hear
But you can't hear shit in an echo chamber
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Ooo, I'm dying
Rather be red than dead
Writer: Brandon Abiuso
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid