Black Tar - The Kills

One hit, one invention

You must pay your ransom

Love, lust, you’re too handsome

Fairytales are fair game

The world is looking for you

Sharpening its blade

London’s bloodthirsty

Paris is a vein, open

A vein on the pulse of mean

Big brushing out-winged sparrow

I’m gonna catch you by the hair of the night

Fortune’s arrow

Prick quick to pick a fight

The world is tripping for you

Bidding on your blood

L.A. Catatonia

New York black tar runs, over

Runs over you for fun

Big brushing out-winged sparrow

Hot cooking all De Niro Light

Tucked, prim and primed

If chance were so divine, why

Cool thing go mad and crazy

Some dick is looking for a way

White screen field of daisies

Pull em up, but they all stay

Standing in your way

Stay, standing in your way