Tanline Debris - Emperor X

We never tired

Stood and fought the EF-10

Chains and meadows

We cut a sector and the district punched us out

Confuse the choir

Bought a shotgun which we trained on Tuscaloosa

And opened fire 'cause we were born into a cult

Let the trembling palm of my hand

And the backhanded compliments land on your tan lines

Oh, your tan lines flow out

Like petroleum caught in our glands

All our teeth falling out, oh my god

Your tan lines

Oh, your tan lines

I was feeling worse

Declaring amnesty, keeping heads together

Asylum seekers in a laundromat at night

We’re holding court

Kept a catchment on display against the weather

A subtle ploy to keep the deal intact at the US rate

The trembling palm of my hand

And the backhanded compliments stand on your landmines

And your landmines blow out

Like petroleum caught in our glands

All our teeth falling out, oh my god

Your tan lines

Oh, 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