Game Theory
curse of the frontierland
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Lost to your mascara, I used to like your eyes
Still got your looks I guess I'm tired of what it all implies
A year ago we called this a good time
Nightmares of love affairs, who cares why? It's five A.
M. and we've got everything we want
And I say don't look now
Taking it while we can
Curse of the frontier land
It's no big secret, folks insist the sickness goes too far
German genius, Paris jet-set breaking down our door
They talk about us like we never tried
Old-moneyed ballroom corpses
Fuss and whine
I don't like quiet rooms but I just can't take that sound
- Album:
- Blaze Of Glory - Expanded
- Real Nighttime (Reissue)
- Dead Center
- The Big Shot Chronicles
- Lolita Nation
- Miscellaneous
- Tinker To Evers To Chance
- Real Nighttime
- Two Steps From the Middle Ages
- Alias with a Bullet
- Blaze of Glory
- All-Ears Review, Volume 2
- 24 / Waltz the Halls Always
- The Enigma Variations
- The Real Sheila
- 2 Steps From the Middle Ages