The Paper Chase - Dying With Decent Music lyrics

rate me

Maybe better you than me

You're much weaker, you're more clumsy

When I forfeit my patience to you

So maybe you've had too much wine

Piggy's flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room

“Your sideburns always smell like sex”

Little sister, your big brother, “the fuck” won't be smothering you

Or calling to his friends back east

“Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadful my white slave”

Let them die while some decent music plays

With my shit shoe stumbles that's me dirty nails and awful thoughts

I'll use the words used up on commercials

Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines

This feeling I can't 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

I'd sell out everything if I could find such peace

See you on the other side where we would be released

I'd sell out everyone if I could find such peace

I will be free