The Long Island Sound Lyrics

All of us will die on this island
You got the Long Island sound
Down the only way around
I never seem to look like I'm lookin'
But imma lookin up your street
To find an empty beaded heart to beat

A wad in every pocket
A loaded gun in every hand
You put a tag on angry Steven
I'm feeling like a broken man

Hurricane end of the summer
In a wasted, raining year
Not a doubt, about as much as I can bear
But if you stay away from buildings
And if you stay away from guns
Then I will drown myself in your blood

A wad in every pocket
A loaded gun in every hand
You put a tag on angry Steven
I'm feeling like a broken man

Heavy metal parking lot Sunday
Make murder out of love
And ignoring every message from above
I hang a heavy-ass heart when it's raining
I like the water on my skin
And if I could be reborn, I would be born again

A wad in every pocket
A loaded gun in every hand
You put a tag on angry Steven
I'm feeling like a broken man