Lyrics Get Down With Your Bad Self - Dead And Divine

Get Down With Your Bad Self

What is left of me sits burning in the bottom of this ashtray
I’m an ugly mess, I’m full of it, and I’m a lame excuse for a poet
It really all comes down to my love for misfortune
A weak stomach and a mouthful of bad intentions.
Watch your mouth!
Cause I’m the son of a gun, tempt not one in love
I live my life by a night stand bible from a motel in limbo
I have a way with failure and I’m the poster child for giving up on you
And this lack of belief is what leaves me room for loving you
Relax, come on — relax and give in I was born to make you moan
You let her climb inside your ribs and let her tangle herself up in your bones
Don’t think for a second, that she gives a damn
It’s a shame you try so hard just for a girl.
Who doesn’t know your name or
care to remember
And it’s a shame I can’t remember anything
I can’t even recall your taste or the monster that I became
I’ve tasted death, its graced my lips, I wanna give it back
But I want you bad.
I want you bad.
You better watch your mouth,
I’m the son of a gun