Won't You?

An Indian Summer

LYRICS

Tell her to keep her revelations to herself,
Tell her to keep her toes upon the line,
Tell her she's biting flesh instead of bread,
Tell her she's drinking blood instead of wine

In the highest room,
In the tallest tower,
Ninety-six stories,
Through every hour,
She could scrape the sky,
Touch the asphalt,
Come back one day
As a thunderbolt

Who wants to come back as one of us?
Sleepwalking, sleep-talking, superfluous
She'll come back around
As a thunderbolt

Love her with a heart of gold and with an iron fist,
Keep her with your shackles wrapped around her left-hand finger,
Have her and don't you love it when she knows she can't resist?
Hold her in the mire inside your head and let it linger

In the highest room,
In the tallest tower,
Ninety-six stories,
Through every hour,
She could scrape the sky,
Touch the asphalt,
Come back one day
As a thunderbolt

Who wants to come back as one of us?
Sleepwalking, sleep-talking, superfluous
She'll come back around
As a thunderbolt
Who wants to do it all again?
To reacquaint with ball and chain?
She'll come back around
As a thunderbolt

Thunderbolt

Music, lyrics, all guitars and vocals: Georgia Maria
Bass: Joe Branch
Drums: Leo Mollon
Produced by Dax Liniere at Puzzle Factory Sound Studios

LYRICS

Master of Ceremonies,
Lord of Misrule, 
With the touch of a conjuror,
Hunchback of a fool,
See him fly the true flag
Over all that exists,
See, the ones who hold sway,
Are they the only true anarchists?

Take your seat for the slaughter, and
Set your fire to the fuel,
Master of Ceremonies,
Lord of Misrule

Your eyes upon the Motherland
That drop by drop you’ll occupy,
A tattoo of the Ten Commandments
Running up her thigh,
Now she’s counting down her last days,
Keeping score on her wrists,
See, the ones who hold sway,
Are they the only true anarchists?

Take your seat for the slaughter, and
Set your fire to the fuel,
Master of Ceremonies,
Lord of Misrule

While you massacre minds with a pacifying fist,
Leave us to playing archangel versus arch-antagonist,
While you fly the true flag over all that resists,
See, the ones who hold sway,
Are they the only true anarchists?

Lord of Misrule

Georgia Maria

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