Tired eyes, what are you searching for
Crooked smile, your teeth cut like diamonds

Count your blessings on your fingertips
See your reflection in the cop car crucifix

Timber bodies, what are you running from?
Crooked smile, your teeth cut like contraband
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Cop Car Crucifix Lyrics

Rob Moir – Cop Car Crucifix Lyrics