Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dying With Decent Music, artist - The Paper Chase. Album song God Bless Your Black Heart, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 07.06.2004
Record label: Kill Rock Stars
Song language: English
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 |