David Kosten - Airstrike on Your Forehead lyrics

Six cars in the driveway I do believe it will be business inside Cold smiles for our lovers' first impressions We descend with a whistling sigh We find the epicentre Marked with an 'X' and a terror suspect It decayed every decade we spent Lies like a dog with a cartoon bone Now I try to deliver myself You have another lover Airstrike on your forehead Bullseye on your baby's brow Father's in the firestorm I want to make your mama proud (-a proud, -a proud) And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend Cause he was looking at me like "whoa!" Yeah right before the kitchen was a dust bowl And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how Everything just coming through the windows And half the street was under my nails It's like we're sitting in a Faraday cage When the lights all failed Eyes on the roof of my mouth I discover that it's going to be hard See, sinners, how the shockwave shimmers It's a real spanner into my works I think I kicked the bucket Kneecap cracking, stick a feather in your cap And it's another string on your bow Earth's shiver, just an arrow in your quiver We can all share the crater, the roof There was an apple on it Lucifer, you're landing (Landing, a little landing) Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink (Cross-hairs, a little cross-hairs) Barbed wire in the bathroom (Barbed wire, a little barbed wire) I can't make new memories since (-ries since, -ries since) And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend Cause he was looking at me like "whoa!" Yeah right before the kitchen was a dust bowl And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how Everything just coming through the windows And half the street was under my nails It's like we're sitting in a Faraday cage When the lights all failed And now everybody gotta go hungry And everybody cover up their mouths And I haven't seen the body count lately But looking at your faces, it must have been bad! And if everybody answered their phone calls But people say the army's on fire It's like we're sitting with our parachutes on But the airport's gone You're deviling, you're deviling Airstrike on your forehead (Everything is different now) Bullseye on your baby's brow (Everything is different now) Hummers in the fast lane (Everything is different now) I want to make your mama proud (-a proud, -a proud) The coast is a new shape