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๐ ID: 16615385
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Creatures drag themselves on wet ground
Headed towards their burial ground
Years of climbing, years of dying
On the bones of ancient giants
And a hill forms from the death-sludge
Growing tall out of the hot mud
Then it hardens and it cools
A rich man settles down and digs a swimming pool
Ooh, huh!
Sculptures hold up a six-column portico
Priceless paintings nailed to trees
Cadillacs lined up like cavalry
And in the basement everything is painted red
Except the black disco balls
And the mirrors that line the halls
And out back there's a man-made lake
With daybeds and tire swings
The town kids smoke meth and drink
Behind the scrap metal heap
The guesthouse lies hidden
Headed towards their burial ground
Years of climbing, years of dying
On the bones of ancient giants
And a hill forms from the death-sludge
Growing tall out of the hot mud
Then it hardens and it cools
A rich man settles down and digs a swimming pool
Ooh, huh!
Sculptures hold up a six-column portico
Priceless paintings nailed to trees
Cadillacs lined up like cavalry
And in the basement everything is painted red
Except the black disco balls
And the mirrors that line the halls
And out back there's a man-made lake
With daybeds and tire swings
The town kids smoke meth and drink
Behind the scrap metal heap
The guesthouse lies hidden
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:20.01] Creatures drag themselves on wet ground
[01:25.27] Headed towards their burial ground
[01:30.53] Years of climbing, years of dying
[01:34.46] On the bones of ancient giants
[01:38.96] And a hill forms from the death-sludge
[01:43.61] Growing tall out of the hot mud
[01:47.99] Then it hardens and it cools
[01:52.53] A rich man settles down and digs a swimming pool
[01:57.02] Ooh, huh!
[01:58.80]
[02:10.57] Sculptures hold up a six-column portico
[02:17.02] Priceless paintings nailed to trees
[02:20.33] Cadillacs lined up like cavalry
[02:22.85] And in the basement everything is painted red
[02:32.64] Except the black disco balls
[02:36.19] And the mirrors that line the halls
[02:40.89] And out back there's a man-made lake
[02:44.79] With daybeds and tire swings
[02:50.16] The town kids smoke meth and drink
[02:52.56] Behind the scrap metal heap
[02:57.33] The guesthouse lies hidden
[03:11.54]
[01:25.27] Headed towards their burial ground
[01:30.53] Years of climbing, years of dying
[01:34.46] On the bones of ancient giants
[01:38.96] And a hill forms from the death-sludge
[01:43.61] Growing tall out of the hot mud
[01:47.99] Then it hardens and it cools
[01:52.53] A rich man settles down and digs a swimming pool
[01:57.02] Ooh, huh!
[01:58.80]
[02:10.57] Sculptures hold up a six-column portico
[02:17.02] Priceless paintings nailed to trees
[02:20.33] Cadillacs lined up like cavalry
[02:22.85] And in the basement everything is painted red
[02:32.64] Except the black disco balls
[02:36.19] And the mirrors that line the halls
[02:40.89] And out back there's a man-made lake
[02:44.79] With daybeds and tire swings
[02:50.16] The town kids smoke meth and drink
[02:52.56] Behind the scrap metal heap
[02:57.33] The guesthouse lies hidden
[03:11.54]