More Saints Less Musicians

Orange earth and a Spanish sun, the paints still runny
 Nice day for castration of a brick red stallion
 Assume I'm a choirboy, cause I'm right here waiting
 Influenced by Weimar
 Hey genre are you lonely? We go in ripe
 The growth inside, is unconditional
 To start it right
 Eventful nights
 Need conversational highs
 Lows
 The rain it sits down on a charcoal city
 Model in a chaise lounge, prepares for a pose
 A splash of red wine, in a vacuous hole
 Music is my Dada
 Judas is my daddy
 Screw the poppy emo
 Poppy's meant for smoking
 I flew down running to get more of the same