So You're A Touring Band Now Lyrics by Dolorean
Album : Not Exotic
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Blow in through the door
Like a ghost that is nice
My crosshairs align and my grip is tight
My friends are bullets
That I shot at tin cans
No feathers no wings
No feet and no beaks
And no place to land
No place to land

When you finally come home
Don’t be surprised
If there’s rust in my throat and red in my eyes
My friends are knives
That cut out my tongue
No songs and no beats no words left to speak
Just utters and grunts
Utters and grunts

Drive ten thousand miles
Just to tear off your arm
Just to play the guitar and recite a poem
My friends are bottles
That I dropped on the ground
They shatter and break
And they always take
Too long to come home
Too long to come home
Blow in through the door   Like a ghost that is nice   My crosshairs align and my grip is tight   My friends are bullets   That I shot at tin cans   No feathers no wings   No feet and no beaks   And no place to land   No place to land      When you finally come home   Don’t be surprised   If there’s rust in my throat and red in my eyes   My friends are knives   That cut out my tongue   No songs and no beats no words left to speak   Just utters and grunts   Utters and grunts      Drive ten thousand miles   Just to tear off your arm   Just to play the guitar and recite a poem   My friends are bottles   That I dropped on the ground   They shatter and break   And they always take   Too long to come home   Too long to come home