Lyrics Boys in the Better Land (Radio Edit) - FONTAINES D.C.

You're not alive until you start kicking
When the room is spinning and the words ain't sticking
And the radio is all about a runaway model
With a face like sin and a heart like a James Joyce novel
Saying "Sister, sister, how I missed you, missed you
Let's go wrist to wrist and take the skin off of my blister"
If you're a rockstar, pornstar, superstar, doesn't matter what you are
Get yourself a good car, get outta here
Well, but the boys in the better land
You're always talking about the boys in the better land
The boys in the better land
But the boys in the better land
You're always talking about the boys in the better land
The boys in the better land
Driver's got names to fill two double barrels
He spits out, "Brits out", only smokes Carrolls
And he's refreshing the world in mind, body and spirit
Mind, body and spirit
You better hear it and fear it
Oh, that's the spirit
Saying, "Sister, sister, how I missed you, missed you
Let's go wrist to wrist and take the skin off of my blister"
If you're a rockstar, pornstar, superstar, doesn't matter what you are
Get yourself a good car, get outta here
Yeah, but the boys in the better land
You're always talking about the boys in the better land
The boys in the better land
But the boys in the better land
You're always talking about the boys in the better land
The boys in the better land