Prime Time Deliverance Lyrics - Underdogs - Matthew Good Band

The red, red lips 

Of some secret solution 

The Central Intelligence Agency 

Has a file that's a mile longer than peace 

She's naked on the phone 

Watching them back 

No eyes just their stupid grins 

They long to be liberal mannequins 

And in their tiny room, they eat Chinese food 

And they don't call their wives 

'Cause the girl in the window is 

Pressing her breasts up against the window pane 

The guy they're after 

On the floor below her 

Is cutting cocaine 

Higher than the building 

A one way trip 

Whoever thought she'd miss 

The ins and outs of oxygen 

The darkest side of the biggest God damn ride 

You've ever been on 

Her mother loves that show 

Even though she never gets the answers right 

It's easier to play along 

Sometimes more than being wrong 

They found her in her room 

Wearing a pink bunny suit 

In sour cherry lipstick 

Hanging from the closet door 

Her eyes were wide, maybe to despise 

Maybe just to look into your head light 

Morning glow 

And this is it, well this is it 

Prime time deliverance 

That you have and you hold 

And you have and you hold 

And you have and you hold 

And you have and you hold 

And you have and you hold 

And you have and you hold 

And she says the best thing you can do 

Is hang around for a while