$4 Vic / Nothing But You + Me (FTL)

Still in Brooklyn

Lullabies chime crooked

For the harrowed and the shook-en

Back to dose me

Back to hold the high closely

For the sparrows and the butchers

See the blood moon hunters' moon, hear the howling

For the habit and the hammered and the cowering

In the magic with the haunted and the doubted

There were ghosts here

There's a presence, there's a power

There's a tightrope over tank with the piranhas

For the frazzled it's a moment, it's a promise

To be broke down, to be lowdown, to be honest

Another showdown with the boozy and the conscious

For the aggy with the baggy with the bottle

With a smile, with a sip, with a swallow

And don't you ever try to say that you're not one of us, my love

We are the touched, we are entrusted with the same tomorrow

I'm still living like a $4 vic

A lot of trouble for a little bit of win

In the gasoline and sulfur, in the sin

You cannot throw me in the briar patch, bitch, that is where I live

And this goes out to the

To the maniacs

And aristocrat grifters

To the zealous, to the monarchs

What up, brainiacs?

Compulsively acidic rainiacs

Repulsively predictable painiacs

To the liars

For the devil's night fires

Same to you too, town cryer

Top of the morning morbid

Quite a day we're having, gorgeous

Salutations unimportant

Hello, uninspired

I thought I'd drop on by and wish you all the luck desired

I wish you all the souls your little mouth can tuck inside

You'll always be that special part of me

That loves to dine on grinning void

So flirty touches dizzy lust, I must imbibe

And what a team we made

There's nothing we can't justify

But I am the son disgust entrusted with the undefined

And I can no longer contain what's under my disguise

I've always had the cancer for the cure, that's what the fuck am I

I'm still living like a $4 vic

A lot of trouble for a little bit of win

In the gasoline and sulfur, in the sin

You cannot throw me in the briar patch, bitch, that is where I live

I know there's something good that I'd die here for

Something great that I'd live here fore

Something fly that I'd write for you

Something wrong that I'd bite you for

Something sick that you'd cure me of

Something said to make sure you're loved

Some of us cannot trust no one

Some of us don't deserve no trust

Nothing wrong with not being strong

Nothing says we need to beat what's wrong

Nothing manmade remains made long

That's a debt we can't back out of

Nothing that they can take from you

Nothing that they can do to me

Nothing I wouldn't do for you

Nothing left here but you and me

There's nothing they would do for you, differently

They're not even listening

They don't even glean what we're existing in

There's nothing here but love and you

Groveling, look what they're accomplishing

The systematic gods have all demolished it

But I never felt so brave

As when I'm looking at your face

They can decimate my body but my heart with not disgrace

They torture and interrogate

And shackle to my boot

I will gnaw off my own leg

And hop the fuck right back to you

Something good that I'd die here for

Something great that I'd live here for

Something fly that I'd write for you

Something wrong that I'd bite you for

Something sick that you'd cure me of

Something said to make sure you're loved

Some of us cannot trust no one

There's nothing left here but you and me

Nothing left here but you and me

Nothing left here but you and me

Nothing left here but you and me

Nothing left here but you and me