Milan Lyrics

What makes you gold-flecked?

You talk backwards like i do

Hold still

Your cold voodoo just smacked her upside the head



Blood squeezed through your veins

You wear memories as false pain

Who better than you to bless her

Baptize the dead?



All's fair in new orleans

So spend the night whispering

Can't stand the heat?

Get out of here



Warm blooded

Cold hearted

You can't finish what you started



Clear sailing

Murky water

You're still the smoothest talker

All twisted up

Ham-fisted

You don't want the devil's daughter

Wasted

Inebriated

You don't want her

But you brought her here



All's fair in new orleans

So spend the night whimpering

Can't stand the heat?

Get out of here



One step backward

You lost your way

Your haunted virtue

You threw it away