Audrey Horne - Last Call lyrics

rate me

This neighborhood has crashed and

burned, I brought death to them all

through a home-made hurricane

Armed with scissors, fire and booze,

I wiped this goth town clean, and left

a pool of mascara and blood

Little miss evil, didn't someone tell

you life is more than just bats and

graveyards, you dream of Marilyn,

but just like Cave In said,

"the reality check is in the mail"

Last call, first wave, they should have

told you, they should have called you,

everything is up for sale now

Reality is a bitter pill you swallow to

grow up, I guess by now

you should have known

you've all been fucked

These so-called freaks are signing

multi-million dollar deals, bats and

graveyards are obviously up for sale

So never mind the fact that you are

haunted 'cause all of your ghosts have

sneaker brands and cribs in the hill

I guess your checks have bounced,

still you sing along,

well misery loves company