Lyrics Complete Failure - Blood Orange

Complete Failure

Step out the van and put your clothes on
Out of my sight, a love termite
A lowered talk, a smooth sweet d’argent
My Pistol Pete
Make you complete, so sick
You talk so much it, makes me nervous
Shut your pretty face, stay in your place
Where is my beer?
Where is my blanket?
Where is my faith?
Deep in your face