The Garden – White Cadillac Lyrics

White Cadillac – The Garden Lyrics

In a haunted house cursive on a paper, that's a ghost write

Gunslinger ran out of bullets, it's a fistfight

Mind your own goddamn business, it's your birthright

Every time you shut your fucking mouth, feels just right

I don't care about your self esteem

Your prestige, die-die, fuck them all, die-die

Let the old man play the organ

Out my window, there's a white Cadillac

Sounds of the streets don't cut you no slack

All of them take and never give back

The organ plays every note in jet black

Out my window, there's a white Cadillac

Sounds of street don't cut you no slack

All of them take and never give back

The organ plays every note in jet black

Out my window, there's a white Cadillac

You can say what you mean, but you can't take it back

Told me how you felt, and I took it apart

Broken doll in my hands, and I took it to far

But I still get comfort from all the small things

Even when they pull out form my heartstrings

Take me out back, nurse me to health

Outside my window, I see something else

Out my window, there's a white Cadillac

Sound of streets don't cut you no slack

All of them take and never give back

The organ plays every note in jet black

White Cadillac, The Garden — álbum Bootleg; composta por Wyatt Shears e Fletcher Shears. Lançamento: July 10, 2026.

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