Chandeliers and Vines - Neon Blonde

Another sound sprung out on the icy mountain

And there’s blood everywhere and smoke and broken bones

But i won’t stop to help them, 'cause I’m drving to my favorite motel

So I can watch CNN and Full House and MTV

Yeah, the world’s just a big fucking baby factory

You know the hooker in 301's screamin at the top of the lungs:

«Won't you be my man won’t you be my baby boy?»

But you know that she is fakin'

'cause everybody’s gotta make a livin'

And then you just feel like shit

'cause you know that you’ll die alone

How bizzare, as the skies gaping jaws swallow you whole

And it’s a long way from the master to the slave

Yeah it’s a long way from NYC to Santa Fe

Back where we belong

You got luxury problems

Yeah and she stands screamin' at the top of the staircase

Oh those chandeliers and vines

I got daddy’s membership card that gets me into all the mansion

Every butler in the country knows me by name

Because I hang out at the dinner parties

And I try to talk to their daughters

Because I want to marry rich, but they all treat me like shit

Between the cocaine and the sex

And your bank account full of daddy’s checks

«Excuse me, mister… but the river’s is full of rotting babies

The ocean’s black with decaying flesh»

Well what a thing to say at the table

Oh yeah You ought to be ashamed of yourself

Well Go on and chew your food

Talk about sports, weather and stocks

And all the things that keep you from putting a gun in your mouth

And it’s a long way from the master to the slave

It’s a long way from New York City to Santa Fe

Back where we belong

You’ve got luxury problems