Huge Gold AK-47 Songtext

C'mon, it's 4 am, kick down the gate

and spray your ammo like

champagne.



Tie up your waterfalls and throw

them in the trunk!

In pitch-black basements, starve

your summer suns.

Toast another day of domination.

Toast another day of demolition.
100 million dollar sound systems

squeal your name's pounding

rhythms.



Huge Gold AK-47! Huge Gold AK-47!

You're alone, handcuffed to a

picked-clean bone, and your skull

echoes...



We'll take what the fuck we want!

Pluck your landscapes piece by piece

We'll take what the fuck we want!

Songs of your youth beat by beat.



We'll take what the fuck we want!

Wipe the color from your scenery.

We'll take what the fuck we want!

Suck your seasons indefinitely.



Oh, there's a field inside your face

with breezes sweet as chardonnay,

violins dangling from willow

branches.



But the soldiers stripped it from

your skin, cracked its ribs in the

kitchen, dressed it in drag and

pissed on every inch.

We march like insects built of wood

and wires blowing out cities like

birthday candles.