Crown Of The Valley Lyrics - Singles - Jets To Brazil

we are the high street service trays 

coming to take you away 

pasadena 1968 

with speed on your breakfast plate 

aunt cancer calls them happy pills 

they keep her calm and cool until he leaves 

the moccasin skin obsession leather thigh 

white tennis skirt so high 

the eyes of mine are new and kind 

but the hair's not grey, it's white 

and grandfather's an ascot noose 

can't tie the tassels on his shoes 

leave me 

these are the red-eyed politics 

the cocktail revisionists 

war room rules: no wives or kids 

here men sing the boy in them 

the hedge casts heroes late across our lawn 

the valley hunt militiamen, all gone 

thought we had the lock in '54 

now the maid owns the house next door 

and what's more 

swims in the pool she used to clean 

our new king looks like a queen 

leave me 

oh god stop tearing off the roof 

of my experimental bathroom 

it's the only thing that's halfway mine 

and not for your prying and lying eyes 

the empire's melting like ice cream 

on the altar of the sun 

this skin we've stretched for centuries 

it's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me 

Related 

18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs 

Look Back At Chester Bennington's Genre-Defying Musical Career 

Read Linkin Park's Heartbreaking Statement In The Wake Of Chester Bennington's Death 

Photos