Lawsuit

I never give you my heart, I'm using it
You never lend me your dog, I'm envious
I never show you my legs, I'm saving it
My scars crash cars hard, I race a bit
Frozen hearts and tired faces, this is what our love erases
I never gave her my hand, I was using it
We sometimes lose the love and we get used to it
Healthy dogs and smiling faces, this is what the world erases

Get Blonder

You stand in front of me
You're like I want to be
You're like a winner
The face is fluttering
The faces flutter
You're like I wanna
It makes a girl get blonder
You don't know what I mean
You're high on ketamine
You like a winner
It makes a boy get thinner
The boy gets thinner
The girl gets blonder
You stand in front of me
You're like I used to be
You're like a winner
Hit like a new beginner
She saves my heart for dinner
The boy gets thinner
The girl gets blonder
The girl gets blonder

Defenders

Send them lasers and take them out
Send them lasers and take them out
A soldier crying in his bunk for a woman's head he destroyed
Destroy, defend, destroy again
Destroy, defend, destroy again
Destroy, defend, destroy again
Sharpen your razors and take this town
Meet your Savior and then bow down
I want every tree cut to its knees and every drone on attack
A soldier crying in his bunk for the things he can't take back
Destroy, defend, destroy again
Destroy, defend, destroy again
Destroy, defend, destroy again
A great big crater, a silent house
Send them lasers and take them out

Joy

I am just a bundle of nerves and you're a bubble of joy
You hang out with the girls but I'm a boy, a boy
You are just a bubble of joy, a joy, a joy
Rest my hands in Norway
Take me to your doorway
When you think I'm okay
Rest my hands in Norway
Take me to the doorway
I am underemployed
I dress up like a bird, but I'm a boy, a boy
You are just a bubble of joy, a joy, a joy
You are so abundantly curved and I am underemployed
I dress up like a bird
But I'm a boy, a boy

Awesome

Jackpot! she likes my low voice
Sideways like always
There's vomit in the hallways
She likes my low voice
Yeah, we got the good life, she's on the rich side
Yeah, yeah, she'll be my first wife
We'll have the best time
Drinking Champagne fast makes golden babies
Gold babies
Drinking Champagne fast makes golden babies
Go baby!
We've got the good life
I see a bright light
Yeah, yeah, we'll have the best time
She'll be my first wife
Yeah, yeah, she wants the boy toys
I was her first choice
She drives a Rolls-Royce
Jackpot! she likes my low voice
Sideways like always
I'm filling up her hallways
Her way is my way
We're staying high the whole day
No work and all play
No work and all play

Words by Troy Von Balthazar