Ashtray Empire

Light-Headed Headlights

Ashtray Empire [2012]

lyrics by: James Finch

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Here comes The Trojan Horse
Of course, the contents of her stomach will destroy me
Her California body’s never boring
With its glamorous faults and wildfire warnings
Dare I disturb her dress rehearsal?
Peek at her pearls, perfume and looming nudity?
She’s chew me out like any other morsel
Good news is out of reach, so gossip grinds its teeth (oh well)

We’re a professional mess
We make out, of context
Our problems are the best
Or just or just or just
A little better than yours

Sweating bullets
Taking shots in the dark
I’m a matador avoiding the horns
Of your hitchhiking heart
(And it’s hard enough)
You’re loudly aroused I’m proudly
Skewered on the antlers of last night
I’m just a deer, a deer, a very dumb deer
Caught in your lightheaded headlights

We’re a professional mess
We make out, of context
Our problems are the best
Or just or just or just
A little better than yours
We’re a professional mess
We make out, of context
Our problems are the best
Or just or just or just
A little better than yours

Divorced, dead or distracted
We need to find the keys to these wedlocks
Screaming at The Wall for practice with our
Disingenuous trailer trash talk
Bored in our borrowed bodies
We hate the people but we love their parties
We let our haircuts go to our heads sorry
We’re just not as smart as we think we are,
Are we?

We’re just not as smart as we think we are,
Are we?
We’re just not as smart as we think we are,
Are we?
We’re just not as smart as we think we are,
Are we?
We’re just not as smart as we think we are,
Are we?