Lyrics to a couple of Justin's songs. We're working on recording both of these songs for the new record and, though "Marie Antoinette" has a video, "Bandwagon (Wrecking Ball)" is fairly new to the live setting. Enjoy!
"Bandwagon (Wrecking Ball)"
I was standing in the hall when that wrecking ball crashed through the wall and took Coraline out. Though she was dead upon arrival, we toasted our survival and gargled champaign in our mouths. And Anthony was grooming his moustache in the dining room when shrapnel hit the notches of his spine. And the blood down his back, it wasn't red, no, it was black and I sure got a kick out of that.
Wait until I get my hands around your neck.
The minister was sitting in the kitchen sucking lemons when we all lined up to watch him perform an exorcism. Then a hipster apparition, a girl from West Virginia, stood up, undressed and then kissed him. Oh, his retinas went white. The minister was blind so we danced around like assholes kicking shrapnel in his eyes until our temples turned to horns; our feet they were transformed into hemlocks and hoofs: it was awful, it was good.
Wait until I get my hands around your neck.
Well, if hell is a condition, we were certainly born with it, so we might as well start digging up dirt. And if we happen to strike oil we'll be millionaires by morning. How about that?
Then Ryan he showed up in his beat up pickup truck and he drew an 8.6 upon the door as he came in. Then he asked for our attention; religiously, we listened to all of his opinions on the state of rock n roll bands. And then right there on the scene, the Tastemaker became our king. We'd always come to him before we ever started singing - if you follow in his likeness, bow down to your highness, he will give you life. Just ask Coraline, she's fine.
Wait until I get my hands around your neck.
Well, if hell is a condition, we were certainly born with it, so we might as well start digging up dirt. And if we happen to strik oil we'll be millionaires by morning. How about that? If the devil wants commission, we could cut him ten percent as long as everything we touch keeps turning gold. If it don't I guess it don't but we still got you by the throat and we're going to hold you there until you choke.
"Marie Antoinette"
You were like Marie Antoinette: you held good taste above all else. We were driving down the interstate when you said, "Eat cake." And like a knife held to my neck you touched my leg and then undressed. The highway trees bent low and wept and then they sang, "Let it rain, let it rain."If I made you god, if I showed you love, you'd have it rain on everyone.
The storm clouds rolled up over us; the windshield wipers wouldn't work. I ran the car off of the road and into the woods. The songbirds scattered as we crashed through broken branches. Broken glass danced off your skin and you looked scared, but I just laughed. Let it rain, let it rain. If I made you god, if I showed you love, you'd have it rain on everyone.
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