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lirik lagu kill the vultures – the spider’s eyes

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[chorus]
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’?
i said the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’? yeah
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’? why ain’t ya lookin

[verse 1]
when all of your summer days pack up and run away
from the same underage stain of the younger days
no more cryin’ ’cause the tumblin’ thunder came
better get used to the rumblin’ hunger pains

there’s fireflies in the spider’s eyes
there’s fireflies in the spider’s eyes
fireflies in the spider’s eyes
and they spell “crash landing” on the city’s tired sky

heat pipes coughin’, sweatin’ exhausted
pumpin’ blood to te rhythm of a bed frame rockin’
where’s autumn? frozen from a merciless winter
the fifth season: regret, just ate my ego for dinner

i’m under cobweb corners full of moths and fruit flies
belly of the burden where truth lies is too wide

[chorus]
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’?
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’?
i said the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’?
i said the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’? huh
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’?

[verse 2]
dancehall b-ss giving h-ll to my brick wall
centipede’s giving me thick skin, it crawls
pitfalls, marker’s mark, l-m-n-o-p
drunk neighbors done lit a bonfire in the street

i didn’t wanna k!ll the praying mantis with a dust pan
didn’t wanna hit the man living on crushed cans
didn’t wanna p-ss on your portrait of proper
didn’t wanna tell you that your lucky penny was copper

a real heart-stopper, spine-tingling freak fest
smoke ‘n’ ash, broken gl-ss
let’s keep quiet, listen to the city, it talks
or stay still, staring at the idiot box

we were rooftop gods controlling the stars
hear the tension, hear the sounds, the police cars
let’s laugh at the clown cast dancing on brown gl-ss
i’m the hoping they drown fast as soon as the sounds p-ss

dollar to my name is in my front pocket
’bout to put it on the counter baby, tell me to watch it
foung a locket in the gutter with somebody’s mother
guess they shouldn’t be expecting their loved one for supper

this city was built on metal pipes and guilt
we pay a monkey in a suit to pretend that he run it
we’re sh-t stains on a quilt, make love to the filth
we better leave, hon’, i think i hear the fire trucks coming

[outro]
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya listening?
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya listening?
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya listening?
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’? yeah
the devil’s in the details, why ain’t ya lookin’?