Your arms across my back, a pistol on a string
Dangling from your wrist and spun my like an upright
Sweetly, I'm reduced to your weapon of choice
The ghosts are bursting out and burning down the house
But you've got no reason, no nothing, no cause
To let them loose, oh, them parlor tricks you know can kill you
Oh, yell, rebel, yell
Oh, yell, rebel, yell
Oh well
I've got a red handkerchief roped up around my leg
I stole it when you turned me and spun me like an upright
Sweetly, you return me to the floor, away again
Oh, yell, rebel, yell
Oh, yell, rebel, yell
Oh well
Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2020