Top Songs By Picnic Lightning
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Picnic Lightning
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Edmond Ketchersid
Songwriter
John Lenox Cope
Songwriter
Cole Alvin Watkins
Songwriter
Cameron Joseph Navarro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Tatsch
Producer
Lyrics
Easy bake pilgrims yield to the wheel of hand-me-down, mid-size sedans
They hit like communion - they pray like chimneys when the sun pulls up sheets
While smoke signs drift silly secrets out of cracked windows to no one and everyone
They're keeping their cool and making the rules as if they were someone
Is this the promised land: this century old urine stain?
Is this the year of jubilee: this bilge water age?
O, lit pilgrims, leave these laments for the noisy ones who should have died young
They used to chill and enjoy the drive back when they were someone
With my own two hands, I'll cut it down
I want to watch it burn
With my own two hands, I'll make two fists
I'm sick of empty words
They were surprised when they touched His face and he needed a shave
They wept when they kissed his mouth and His taste was Stone I.P.A.
O, lit pilgrims, leave these laments for the noisy ones who should have died young
They used to chill and enjoy the drive back when they were someone
With my own two hands, I'll cut it down
I want to watch it burn
With my own two hands, I'll make two fists
I'm sick of empty words
With my own two hands, I'll cut it down
I want to watch it burn
With my own two hands, I'll make two fists
I'm sick of empty words
Writer(s): Thomas Ketchersid
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