Jolly Riot

Jolly Rancher, sharp on the tongue

Sweet face, hard hands,

run it up

I came from corner-store color and cracked concrete Pocket full of plans,

no sleep in my week

Jolly Rancher shine when the pressure get steep I bite through the

sour, keep the sugar in reach Guitar talk dirty,

bass line preach Flute cut clean when the drums bare teeth Male

voice carved from a basement booth Raw truth only,

no costume, no proof Jolly Rancher,

roll it under my teeth Hard candy heart with a heavyweight beat

She sings fire, he talks concrete We taste the storm and still

sound sweet Jolly Rancher,

color in the fight Raw as the truth,

but we shine all night

Female voice fresh like a blade on fruit I make the room

move when I step in boots Cherry red nerve with a lime-green

fuse Turn my hard times into something I can use He says

hold fast, I say break through

Bass got muscle, guitar got bruise Flute in the rafters,

sweet and acute Whole crew raw,

but the aim stays

true (ooh)

(yeah) Jolly, Jolly If the world gets bitter,

we don't spit it out We let it stain the mouth,

then turn the flavor loud Male voice low,

female voice high Two scars singing through the same sky No soft

crown, no borrowed throne

We made this sweetness out of stone Jolly Rancher,

roll it under my teeth Hard candy heart with a heavyweight beat

She sings fire, he talks concrete We taste the storm and still

sound sweet Jolly Rancher,

color in the fight Raw as the truth,

but we shine all night Jolly Rancher,

don't crack under heat Hardcore soul with a jazz-rock streak

Jolly Rancher, still

on my tongue

Raw and sweet, we ain't done