daily smith/satellitewhile the hands are pointing
up midnight
you're a question mark
coming after people
you watch collide
you can ask
what you want to
the satellite..
'cause the names you drop are ice in my veins..
and for all you know
you're the only one who finds it strange
when they call it a lover's moon
the satellite..
'cause it acts just like lovers do
the satellite
a burned out world you know
staying up all night
a satellite..
...
daily smith/crazy fucker
it's a busted main line
but you oughta hear him out
bleeding fortified wine
out of the injury that i call my mouth
i just wanna play and
insult some crazy fucker from the south
whose arrow came to pick me out
and so i'm waiting for
a shot of white noise
i don't wanna hear no stupid
screaming little halfassed middle-class boy
because i got a headache and
i'm already full of useless stories
arrow come pick me out
because i got a headache and
i'm already full of these useless stories
arrow come pick me out
arrow come pick me out
your broken arrow
- ghost