Exclusive Grave - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

Awaken on the satin sheets

Another velvet morning

Gaze down at the stinking streets

Black glass reflects a warning

The losing team are in their place

The fat of the land is your right

You put it all into your face

The only one in sight

Your tongue moves like a shining sword

In your suit of armour, powder blue

You’re running with the wild ones

And the boys always get up to no good

It’s different when they’re not around

Long lunches go down slowly

With no one to massage your neck

The black cloud descends

You watch yourself on the news, don’t let the feeling die

You watch yourself on the news, phone rings

Take the ticket

Take the ticket

Here’s to you, looking at you

Looking at you, looking at you

You watch yourself on the news, don’t let the feeling die

You watch yourself on the news, phone rings

Take the ticket

Take the ticket

Past the stone gate, corridor winds

Velvet carpet draped under shining candlelight

Oil portraits hang, enter the mahogany room

Behind the black rope lies the golden box

Now you’re going home, now you’re going home