Consolation Prize Lyrics & Chords By & Sons

Relax your tongue and get ready
You're my accessory
Your face, who found you?
I've been albino, a fight that blinds so
A piece of plastic glass
No gas, your ass is grass and that's

Oh salvation, here's your consolation prize
Most like a pistol resting right between your eyes
No salvation, here's your consolation prize
Most like a pistol resting right between your eyes

You fuck yourself, get ready
'Cause you're my energy
Your taste goes place to place
I've been too kind, take a bite
The vines break, the beads are smashed
The glass in mass your ass is grass and that's

Oh salvation, here's your consolation prize
Most like a pistol resting right between your eyes
No salvation, here's your consolation prize
Most like a pistol resting right between your eyes

No salvation, here's your consolation prize
Most like a pistol resting right between your eyes
No salvation, here's your consolation prize
Most like a pistol resting right between your eyes