Black Tar

One hit, one invention
You must pay your ransom
Love, lust, you're too handsome
Fairytales are fair game
The world is looking for you
Sharpening it's blade
London's blood thirsty
Paris is a vein - open
A vein on the pulse of mean
Big bruising out winged sparrow
I'm gonna catch you by the hair o' the night
Fortune's arrow
Prick quick to pick a fight
The world is tripping for you
Biding on your blood
LA Catatonia
New York black tar runs – over
Runs over you for fun
Big bruising out winged sparrow
Hot cooking all Di Nero light
Tucked, prim and primed
If chance were so divine, why
Cool thing go mad and crazy?
Some **** is looking for a way
White screen field of daisies
Pull em up, but they all stay
Standing in your way
Stay standing in your way