"Black Tar" lyrics - THE KILLS

One hit, one invention
You must pay a ransom, love
Lust, you're too handsome
Fairy tales are fair game
The world is looking for you
Sharpening its blade
London's bloodthirsty
Paris is vain
Open a vein on the pulse of me

Big bruise and our wings sparrowed
I'm gonna catch you by the hair on the Nile
Fortunes herald
Prick quick to pick a fight
The world is tripping for you
Beading up your blood
LA cats on ya
New York, black tar
Runs over
Runs over you for fun

Big bruise and our wings sparrowed
Hot cook, an old & narrow light
Tucked, prim & primed
If chance was so divine, why
Cool thing go mad & crazy
Some dick is looking for a way
White screen, field of daisies
Pull 'em up, they are
Stay, standing in your way
Stay, standing in your way