Frog Eyes - Masticated Outboard Motors lyrics

What is a city without lines, a forest floor? With some children that don't work no more I am the bush that peeks through blinds Don't fall behind, rain makes their sheets For high-tide bakers who bake fancy cakes for magistrative sensitives And anyone who is for the dis-connective gestures of the front line blue blood pedlars Sign off, their mothers abodes Oh hold the lines, the ferries are sinking Set upon, wait, your face I fought the radar, I fought the radar Isle of Paul, the backs are breakers Anyone you're thinking of? We come from cities, we built the cities Oh what is a charter without maids? While the beaches are cold Oh set the branches so they burn like gold And bold sensations for the broken house urchins Buy their shells, I thought about, I thought about it Ferries and bowlers and maybe we're fated for the bottom Frozen lake, love sons of divorce I feel my kind, I feel my kind is beating blood upon night's door What for, tell me dear what for, what for? la da da Oh hold the lines and blow your feathers And ripe for the birthing And I fought the radar, I fought the radar The city you live in is a magistrative nightmare famous lakes Oh I burned the backseats and we'll burn the backseats Oh hold the lines, the ferry boats sinking And set upon, wait, your face I fought the radar and I fought the radar Oh Isle of Paul, the backs are breakers Anyone you're thinking of? We come from cities and we built the cities Oh mastication, we hate the front lines Oh mastication, we hate the front lines Oh mastication, we hate the front lines Oh mastication, we hate the front lines We hate them