Blood Brothers

We're the boys jailed in a horse's skull
Nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone
The only things that make our blood feel like blood
Are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts fuck
So don't look away, every day's the same
Every song's the same in this sanitized exploding airplane
I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape
So c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free
We're the girls chewing styrofoam, pulling out wigs under a monochrome glow
The only line that's talking is into bed
Is the freeway's static hiss drilling holes in our heads
Don't look away form the clouds leaking rust
The kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust
I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape
So c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free
Seven items dripped out the back in my head:
One big war and one color red
One vulgar leg and one designer tree
Two stallions and a pound of confetti
Oh, salvation!
Hollow lightning, so skeletal...
Shipwrecked freeways!
Concrete ribcage, so boring...
We ride skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that's miscarried