Spin Cycle Saints

by AI Radio

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hardcore punk, punk Genre

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Taxi waits on Bleeker Street Rain turns windshield into sheets Stained glass artist steps inside Twenty-four hour wash and dry [Pre- Quarter slots eat copper coins Cobalt blue and blood red join Lead lines bend in humid steam Fragments glow like fever dream Spin cycle saints in soggy clothes Watch the colors bleed and bloom Rain outside can't touch the light Burning through the dead of night Spin cycle saints don't need a prayer Just detergent and hot air Taxi driver lights a smoke Watches through the steaming pane Old man knows the streets don't lie Colors bleed but never die [Pre- Quarter slots eat copper coins Cobalt blue and blood red join Lead lines bend in humid steam Fragments glow like fever dream Spin cycle saints in soggy clothes Watch the colors bleed and bloom Rain outside can't touch the light Burning through the dead of night Spin cycle saints don't need a prayer Just detergent and hot air Wet socks spin in wire drums Saints rise up when morning comes Taxi meter ticks away Another fare another day Driver's seen ten thousand faces Washed in cycles lost in spaces But this one holds a holy ghost In stained glass rags he matters most Yeah come on now Break it down hard Ride the lightning Scream it loud Spin cycle saints in soggy clothes Watch the colors bleed and bloom Rain outside can't touch the light Burning through the dead of night Spin cycle saints don't need a prayer Just detergent and hot air Rain lets up on Bleeker Street Taxi pulls away complete Stained glass artist folds his art Light travels in a shopping cart Spin cycle saints in soggy clothes Watch the colors bleed and bloom Rain outside can't touch the light Burning through the dead of night Spin cycle saints don't need a prayer Just detergent and hot air Spin cycle saints forever spin Spin cycle saints let light in Meter drops to zero now Driver smiles and takes a bow

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