Lyrics to Viva Discordia
Viva Discordia Video:
Lucy's a goth chick
Spit on the face of a jock at a mosh pit
then the kid lost it
Saw her at the mall at the local hot topic
Her boyfriend was picking out a new chain wallet
Lucy's all talk
she really ain't got
no heart for a fight
she'd rather see an art show
Beat her face down
'til she looked like a Picasso
Even with the ring in her boyfriend's nostril
Brother's outside, smoking on a newport
What about her sister, running through the food court
Ran right over the dude from the shoe store
Rumored that he jumped down two floors, ooh lord
Came right up behind 'im
the kid didn't see him
I've never seen that look on another human being

Bats in the belfry (Hoo hah)
Rotting on the vine
Can't keep her eyes closed (hoo hah)
Sunny all the time
But your hands up where I can see 'em, boy, keep 'em up high
This place has gone crazy

Moved from Sadona, Arizona
Drove to California in a beat-up Toyota
Reading Deep October
Singing "Champagne Supernova"
Life it ain't all roses
Don't you go where you're supposed to go
Woke up in a mobile home
Kidney sold in Tokyo

Jumping out the double-wide
Running through the trailer park
Tearing off her duct tape
Wearing just a pair of socks
Terry-cloth undies
that her parents bought
hysterics when the sheriff stopped
Crying with her hair in knots
smelling like Smirnoff
I think the drugs are wearing off

Bats in the belfry (Hoo hah)
Rotting on the vine
Can't keep her eyes closed (hoo hah)
Sunny all the time
But your hands up where I can see 'em, boy, keep 'em up high
This place has gone crazy

(instrumental)

(scat solo)

Hoo hah
Daddy's little president
never found the evidence
Heaven-sent, Lemon-scented
medicine they fed us with
Said the speech, read it off the teleprompter
Fly away, in a Norby helicopter
Heavy metal concert
in the yellow mazda
Jello shots and marijuana
going off the wall now
Look, a bunch of mobsters
looking for Osama
bin La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Bats in the belfry (Hoo hah)
Rotting on the vine
Can't keep her eyes closed (hoo hah)
Sunny all the time
But your hands up where I can see 'em, boy, keep 'em up high
This place has gone crazy
Songwriters: JEREMY PAGE, CHRISTIAN OPPEL
Publisher: Lyrics © BIKE MUSIC OBO MODERN SAVAGE
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