Piss-poor, ridin high, sunbathin' fire-side,
We're here for the porn of the sirloin,
Get your T-bone,
Let your backbone slide,
Tunnel and sky collide,
Lose friends to the air waves and the airlines.
I wanna make it right,
Some future in my eyes *bright*
Hush- don't explain,
When you water down my name,
I'll be up too late,
Call me when you get,
Better at your game,
You haven't beat me yet. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/metric/white_gold.html ]
The waitress,
The actress,
Got the skin and the bones,
With the hairbrush and an air brush,
She'd be white gold.
She asked the piss-poor,
"Why you lookin' for that party in the sky?
It's just a movie about a movie too old to die."
But I'm gonna make it right
Future in my eyes *bright*
Hush- don't explain,
When you water down my name,
I'll be up too late,
Call me when you get,
Better at your game,
You haven't beat me yet,
-Though my vision is strainin'
I'm gonna make it right
Some future in my eyes *bright*
Hush- don't explain,
When you water down my name,
I'll be up too late,
Call me when you get,
Better at your game,
You haven't beat me yet.