Waiting For Black Metal Records to Come in the Mail letra

What has become of all of us, all ceilings, all skies
Is that, the stars can swim a thousand dark miles
Before they ever see the floor again

With their backs against the wall on these last days
But then, we knew that would happen anyway

You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
To propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine

A thousand tiny lives
Disappear into the black stretch
And I guess I thought I'd feel something, but I didn't
But I didn't, yes, that's a myth

With their backs against the wall on these last days
But then, we knew that would happen anyway

You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
To propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine

I would give anything for a cool glass of water
Without this poisonous oil

No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never (fuck)
No!
No!
There's no air anywhere
It's all money now
Wouldn't you do the same?

Have A Nice Life - Letras

• A Quick One Before The Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut
• All Teeth
• Bloodhail
• Burial Society
• Cropsey
• Dan And Tim, Reunited By Fate
• Deep, Deep
• Defenestration Song
• Destinos
• Dracula Bells
• Earthmover
• Emptiness Will Eat the Witch
• Everything We Forget
• Fat Kid Camp
• Guggenheim Wax Museum
• Holy Fucking Shit: 40,000
• Hunter
• I Don't Love
• I'm Dr. House
• Lords Of Tresserhorn
• Sea Of Worry
• Sisyphus
• Swords To Plowshares
• Telephony
• The Big Gloom
• The Future
• The Icon And The Axe
• There Is No Food
• Trespassers W
• Unholy Life
• Waiting For Black Metal Records to Come in the Mail
• Who Would Leave Their Son Out in the Sun...
• Wizard Of The Black Hundreds
• Woe Unto Us