ترانه:
Hiss

Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend As the DJ played a dead jam No

Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me What they say That the bird in my chest was dead But that's never, never, never She ain't my thug no

How you wanna tag my style I am so superior How you wanna hate a thing When you are so inferior How you wanna mess How you wanna mess my spotless interior

The past is a grotesque animal And in its eyes you see How completely wrong you can be How completely wrong you can be The sun is out, it melts the snow

You're no different from the prints that crease the wires Or mosquitoes that now operate on her brain Thought that if I sank the seine I might find you

We just want to emote 'til we're dead I know we suffer for fashion or whatever We don't want these days to ever end We just want to emasculate them forever

He put her in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools in the squinting sun Hear the hissing

Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these

The cars hiss by my window Like the waves down on the beach The cars hiss by my window Like the waves down on the beach I got this girl beside me But