Lyrics Dying With Decent Music - The Paper Chase

Dying With Decent Music

Maybe better you than me
Youў‚¬"ўre much weaker, youў‚¬"ўre more clumsy
When I forfeit my patience to you
So maybe youў‚¬"ўve had too much wine
Piggyў‚¬"ўs flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room
ў‚¬"Your sideburns always smell like sexў‚¬ќ
Little sister, your big brother, ў‚¬"the fuckў‚¬ќ wonў‚¬"ўt be smothering you
Or calling to his friends back east
ў‚¬"Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadfulў‚¬¦ my white slaveў‚¬ќ
Let them die while some decent music plays
With my shit shoe stumbles thatў‚¬"ўs me dirty nails and awful thoughts
Iў‚¬"ўll use the words used up on commercials
Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines
This feeling I canў‚¬"ўt confine that to a rhyme
But maybe I can when I see you on the other side
See you on the other side where we would be released
Iў‚¬"ўd sell out everything if I could find such peace
See you on the other side where we would be released
Iў‚¬"ўd sell out everyone if I could find such peace
I will be free