ᗩᘻᗩᘉᕲᗩᘿᘻᓍ᙭ᓰᖶᗩ - The Static Diner (Original)

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(Verse 1)
The neon sign was buzzing out a broken code
At the lonely end of an abandoned desert road
I walked through the door and the tiles were all gray
Like the color of a world that had withered away
And the counter was covered in a heavy white dust
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge
Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge
The rockabilly music has a gothic delay
Warping our minds till the night turns to day
Oh baby, don’t look at the clock on the wall
(Verse 2)
The chef in the back was a shadow on the wall
Flipping phantom burgers that weren't there at all
The coffee machine was dripping out a dark ink
That stained the porcelain edges of the kitchen sink
While a spooky saxophone played a sad refrain
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge
Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge
The rockabilly music has a gothic delay
Warping our minds till the night turns to day
Oh baby, don’t look at the clock on the wall
(Verse 3)
You slid in the booth with a pale white stare
With a silver spider web tangled in your hair
You grabbed my cold fingers and you told me a lie
That a rebel like me was too wicked to die
While the jukebox started spinning a demonic track
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge
Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge
The rockabilly music has a gothic delay
Warping our minds till the night turns to day
Oh baby, don't look at the clock on the wall
(Verse 4)
I tried to stand up but my boots were stuck tight
To the checkered floor patterns in the dead of the night
The windows were painted with a solid black coat
Isolating the sound of the wailing bass note
We were prisoners of a retro twilight zone
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge
Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge
The rockabilly music has a gothic delay
Warping our minds till the night turns to day
Oh baby, don’t look at the clock on the wall
(Verse 5)
So pass me the sugar and let the static roll
We’ve already traded every piece of our soul
Two timeless teenagers in a chrome-plated tomb
Swaying forever in the radio gloom
Locked up inside a forty-five record plate
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge
Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge
The rockabilly music has a gothic delay
Warping our minds till the night turns to day
Oh baby, don’t look at the clock on the wall

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(Verse 1) The neon sign was buzzing out a broken code At the lonely end of an abandoned desert road I walked through the door and the tiles were all gray Like the color of a world that had withered away And the counter was covered in a heavy white dust (Chorus) Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge The rockabilly music has a gothic delay Warping our minds till the night turns to day Oh baby, don’t look at the clock on the wall (Verse 2) The chef in the back was a shadow on the wall Flipping phantom burgers that weren't there at all The coffee machine was dripping out a dark ink That stained the porcelain edges of the kitchen sink While a spooky saxophone played a sad refrain (Chorus) Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge The rockabilly music has a gothic delay Warping our minds till the night turns to day Oh baby, don’t look at the clock on the wall (Verse 3) You slid in the booth with a pale white stare With a silver spider web tangled in your hair You grabbed my cold fingers and you told me a lie That a rebel like me was too wicked to die While the jukebox started spinning a demonic track (Chorus) Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge The rockabilly music has a gothic delay Warping our minds till the night turns to day Oh baby, don't look at the clock on the wall (Verse 4) I tried to stand up but my boots were stuck tight To the checkered floor patterns in the dead of the night The windows were painted with a solid black coat Isolating the sound of the wailing bass note We were prisoners of a retro twilight zone (Chorus) Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge The rockabilly music has a gothic delay Warping our minds till the night turns to day Oh baby, don’t look at the clock on the wall (Verse 5) So pass me the sugar and let the static roll We’ve already traded every piece of our soul Two timeless teenagers in a chrome-plated tomb Swaying forever in the radio gloom Locked up inside a forty-five record plate (Chorus) Oh, we’re sitting alone in the static diner lounge Where the ghosts of the fifties come to forage and lounge The rockabilly music has a gothic delay Warping our minds till the night turns to day Oh baby, don’t look at the clock on the wall

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