Artist: gatsby's american dream
Song: badlands
They call this the badlands, baby
But it used to be bayou
The shore of an inland sea
And I can hear you coming
What foul beast stalks this way
The night is dim
But I catch the scent of your arrogance
As you rear your head
I can see your eyes gleaming
Catching light from the moon
Like a pair of knives to cut me down
Hole in the world
And the light is leaking out
Spilling like water
And I can hear you coming
What new devilry is this
I saw you rise and creep across the sky
And all night as I fled
You came behind
Eating all the stars dig to find
Why the life left rocks and stones
Skulls and bone, whispered stories
Tales of glory
And a tragic fall from grace
And a tragic fall from grace
And a tragic fall from grace
Still we?re still falling
Just like the dinosaurs
And a tragic fall from grace
