Tanline Debris

We never tired
We stood and fought the EF10
In chains and meadows
And cut a sector in the district and punched us out
We confused the choir
And bought a shotgun which we trained on Tuscaloosa
And opened fire 'cause we were born into a cult

And the trembling palm of my hand
And the backhanded compliments
Land on your tan lines
Oh, your tan lines glow out
The petroleum caught in our glands
All our teeth falling out, oh my god
But your tan lines
Oh, your tan lines glow

Who's feeling worse
Declaring amnesty, and keeping heads together
Asylum seekers in the laundromat at night
Were holding court
And kept a catchment on display against the weather
A subtle ploy to keep the deal intact for the US grain

But the trembling palm of my hands
And the back-handed compliments
Stand on your landmines
And your landmines blow out
The petroleum caught in our glands
All our teeth falling out, oh my god
Your tan lines
Oh, your tan lines glow

Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow
Oh, your tan lines glow