Ravine Angel - Moon in Cancer

Pink sky and the drunken dancers
Let the stars align and let the moon in cancer
Wash away and then metastasize
To let our limits show that we're alive
Plastic lawnchairs and mugs we made
Into the firewood and ashtrays
A dozen limbs in extreme love
Oil for the bikes, paper for the tongues
We all knew where it was going
And it was healthy for no one
We could all foresee
The eviction notice and the bottle of whiskey
Falling asleep in the bathtub
On a cold september night
And hang your head in shame
Live in fear of your good catholic name

(Good catholic name
Good catholic name
Good catholic name
Good catholic name)

We all want elation
We all want to die
We would all do anything
To keep the scene alive
Oh i want your pills
Whichever ones you got
Give what's left to the teens
Whoever's first to knock

Writing resumes and ripping bongs
At noon in july, oh i wished i was
I wished was someone who could have taken it on
I wished for anything but what i was
Jazz band rehearses noon till dawn
Cacophony of squeaks and honks
Deteriorating mental states
Already fragile but about to break

Oh but it was heavenly
Oh you wouldn't understand
You've never really loved until
You've found the ones who you let
See you in your lowest state
Crying on the kitchen floor
Writing your will

(Writing your will
Writing your will
Writing your will)

I can't believe we made it
We shouldn't have survived
I don't wanna go back
But i'm glad we tried
Oh to push the limits
Oh to make it worse
For everyone around me
Now i bear that curse

Written by:
Teague Clements

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