Per Second Second Lyrics - The Meadowlands - Wrens

I had this dream again Ann shot me.... 

Per second second faster from the winner's line 

And the lord pulled up yea-high 

We drove on 

Throw coal to fire try to make Short Hills 

Lordy gathered kills - two from France and one from Avalon 

Kill's kitchen lazy-Susan spinning down 

A sure sign he's left town 

Kill can't hide 

Not for long 

God's button-down silk-blended shirt by Ralph Rauren ($65) 

Pants by House of Men ($95) 

Hair by Xi of Fort Lee 

He had a ___ ___ and the slickest DA cut 

A dueling scar of what 

It's so him 

Soooo A.D. 

I gave as sexy as I got 

In every vacant lot 

The lord taught me a lot 

SBS 

CCD 

8-track of crimson & clover 

Drove playing it over and over 

Shot rock-splitter to god: carry me home 

We picked up Hope who fell down faith and pulled up stakes 

Staking odds on bigger breaks 

Bottle spins (kiss) 

Win I spy 

I spy sex becomes our crappy sad reward 

For another day endured 

Leg on dash 

Hand on thigh 

She said, 'you're on my hair! 

You're on my hair! Press hard I'm almost there. Driver, yes! Spill the wine!' 

Homecomings all reveal 

Shortcomings and old devil's deal 

I'm shot