Black Tar

One hit, one invention
You must pay your ransom
Love, lust, you’re too handsome
Fairytales are fair game

The world is looking for you
Sharpening its blade
London’s blood thirsty
Paris is a vein - open
A vein on the pulse of mean

Big bruising out winged sparrow
I’m gonna catch you by the hair o’ the night
Fortune’s arrow
Prick quick to pick a fight

The world is tripping for you
Biding on your blood
LA Catatonia
New York black tar runs – over
Runs over you for fun

Big bruising out winged sparrow
Hot cooking all Di Nero light
Tucked, prim and primed
If chance were so divine, why

Cool thing go mad and crazy?
Some dick is looking for a way
White screen field of daisies
Pull em up, but they all stay
Standing in your way
Stay standing in your way