“Women” – Black Rice (sweet band name)

On a bleak Monday morning
Holding my head, everything tastes right,
Permanent daylight…[triangles]

Meet me stain,
Francis Scott Pain,
Problems to tame,
Cut through the front lines, you are a stagecoach….

Seen all-every kind of wood
That set a Tropical Ice Age for you
Black Rice!
Far be it from sending us milk and pearls

I swam in oceans swallower than these
But all I really wants is just a lonely girl.
Black Rice!
Lonelier are you than rice from the stars, rice from the stars

(badass chimes solo)

On the abs, you common smokes
Stuff on the pain watching so violent
Walk down the table
If you’re tired
Of trembling tales
Look like the pavement
Out on the front lawn
No one is watching

Flying up this flight of stairs
Your American swabs better gauze the tan
White Light! Some of these girls has bet on stars.
Windsor Isaac Newton blues, tell me sovereign this place, sister’s drawn her stupid.
Black Rice!
Giving me booze maps from the stars. back from the stars.

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