LYRICS
作词 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
作曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
编曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
Yeah one hundred a month
fifty goes to the vault
Dad smells like sawdust and frost
Mom smells like soap and chalk
CIA on the hood baby
Click vroom static
Born in a workshop built of smoke and pine
Dad carved the toilet even the moon was mine
He was a wizard of hinges prophet of nails
built doors that never squeaked chairs that told tales
Mom washed ghosts off kids at school
saved rice like diamonds played poverty cool
Fifty to the bank twenty to my dream
a tin plate car with electric gleam
It said CIA on its face
like I was some spy in a cardboard race
Headlights flashing mission divine
sleeping with metal cold against my spine
I got a CIA car and a five cent soul
a nuclear childhood in a two room hole
Batteries dead bake em on the stove
Yeah we cookin science poverty’ s grove
Laugh spin dismantle the chrome
take it apart just to feel at home
Half charged toy half holy shrine
mom said no batteries I said that’ s fine
We roast em by the fire till they hiss and sweat
then miracle sparks in the plastic jet
Driving to grandma’ s leading the parade
they walk I roll till the juice decayed
I parked in dust stared at the sky
felt like a god who forgot to fly
The smell of wood the frost on glass
dad’ s shadow like a giant compass
Every screw he turned became a law
every silence a wooden saw
So I tore the car open spine and wire
More parts more life more empire
CIA car became the Ark of junk
nuts and bolts in a holy funk
I built kingdoms under the bed
with engines made of hunger and lead
Who needs playboys and shiny screens
I had apocalypse built from dreams
I got a CIA car and a five cent soul
I crash through heaven with a pot lid goal
When the world says broke I say boom
Turn my hunger into a cartoon
Laugh spin dismantle the chrome
take it apart just to feel at home
I got a CIA car and a five cent soul
I crash through heaven with a pot lid goal
When the world says broke I say boom
Turn my hunger into a cartoon
Laugh spin dismantle the chrome
take it apart just to feel at home
I hear the collectors at the door
kickin wood like they own the floor
Kick it harder Kick it down
My dad’ s name echoing through the town
I hide clench fists wish I could bark
a child dog phantom in the after dark
Next time I’ ll grow fangs of steel
let my howl sign every unpaid bill
Now the car’ s gone melted to dust
the batteries dead the dream turned rust
But every screw I find in the street at night
still hums that childhood
CIA CIA
Cold Iron Angel
Come back and play
CIA CIA
Cold Iron Angel
Come back and play