Secret Soviet Ghosts
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"I hope you give a fuck if I'm down on you
But do what you gotta do
There's no room for revolutionaries
With that kind of attitude"
I said with war in my teeth
"baby, we're the bad news
Baby we're the bad news"
So blessed be this heart attack
I'm imminent danger
Read me your riot act
I'm Attica's painter
And I'll show you fear in a handful of dust
Cause that's all my heart is
Fucking shot and cathartic
And I am an artist with my fists
But I am Hemingway with bricks
How did I survive college?
When I was best friends with ruin
Her name was Lauren
Us hard luck beaten poets
And she deserved better than 'vigilant threes'
She deserved better than me
So blessed be this heart attack
I'm imminent danger
Read me your riot act
I'm Attica's painter
And I'll show you fear in a handful of dust
Cause that's all my heart is
Fucking shot and cathartic
Think the last time I saw her
We'd left our hotel room
And an eighth in the bible
Swore she wouldn't drink again
Well, 'wasted'
All of her hard earned wages with nothing to show
Says 'I'm better off dead or alone'
Or alone
Or alone
Better off dead or alone
So blessed be this heart attack
I'm imminent danger
So read me your riot act
I'm Attica's painter
And I'll show you fear in a handful of dust
Cause baby, we're the bad news
Cause baby, we're the bad news