They Want My Soul (Home Demo)

[Verse 1]

Let's go get out in the street

Somebody's gotta

Let's get the stars to align

For lambs to slaughter

[Hook]

In the photographs

Their eyes become signal paths

And the feeling goes on and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

[Verse 2]

Don't it feel like Friday night?

Cars are all lined up

Tattoo guy pushed me around

But what's it amount to?

[Chorus]

Card sharks and street preachers want my soul

That cold December, Eaton meters want my soul

Post-sermon socialites

Park enchanters and skin tights

They all want my

They all want, they want my soul

[Hook]

In the photograph

Your eyes make a signal path

And the feeling goes on and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

[Verse 3]

Let's go losе track of time

Somebody's gotta

Somewhеre, the stars are aligned

For lambs to slaughter

[Chorus]

Educated folk singers want my soul

Jonathon Fisk, still, he wants my soul

Nice young men are in college quads

Sad cops in police squads

I'm not braggin'

I'm just sayin' they want my soul

[Outro]

Oh, ah, they want my soul

Oh, ah, they want my soul