Act II the Serpent: Get Down with Your Bad Self
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โฑ๏ธ 3:08 duration
๐ ID: 12298725
๐ Lyrics
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, it's 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.
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, it's 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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.51] What is left of me sits burning in the bottom of this ashtray.
[00:18.03] I'm an ugly mess, I'm full of it, and I'm a lame excuse for a poet.
[00:23.96] It really all comes down to my love for misfortune.
[00:29.25] A weak stomach and a mouthful of bad intentions. Watch your mouth!
[00:40.95] Cause I'm the son of a gun, tempt not one in love.
[00:48.00] I live my life by a night stand bible from a motel in limbo.
[00:53.76] I have a way with failure and I'm the poster child for giving up on you.
[01:05.00] And this lack of belief is what leaves me room for loving you.
[01:16.30] Relax, come on - relax and give in I was born to make you moan.
[01:21.86] You let her climb inside your ribs and let her tangle herself up in your bones.
[01:27.78] Don't think for a second, that she gives a damn.
[01:38.77] It's a shame you try so hard just for a girl. Who doesn't know your name or care to remember.
[01:50.62] And it's a shame I can't remember anything.
[01:56.82] I can't even recall your taste or the monster that I became.
[02:38.88] I've tasted death, it's graced my lips, I wanna give it back.
[02:46.86] But I want you bad. I want you bad. You better watch your mouth, I'm the son of a gun.
[03:06.64]
[00:18.03] I'm an ugly mess, I'm full of it, and I'm a lame excuse for a poet.
[00:23.96] It really all comes down to my love for misfortune.
[00:29.25] A weak stomach and a mouthful of bad intentions. Watch your mouth!
[00:40.95] Cause I'm the son of a gun, tempt not one in love.
[00:48.00] I live my life by a night stand bible from a motel in limbo.
[00:53.76] I have a way with failure and I'm the poster child for giving up on you.
[01:05.00] And this lack of belief is what leaves me room for loving you.
[01:16.30] Relax, come on - relax and give in I was born to make you moan.
[01:21.86] You let her climb inside your ribs and let her tangle herself up in your bones.
[01:27.78] Don't think for a second, that she gives a damn.
[01:38.77] It's a shame you try so hard just for a girl. Who doesn't know your name or care to remember.
[01:50.62] And it's a shame I can't remember anything.
[01:56.82] I can't even recall your taste or the monster that I became.
[02:38.88] I've tasted death, it's graced my lips, I wanna give it back.
[02:46.86] But I want you bad. I want you bad. You better watch your mouth, I'm the son of a gun.
[03:06.64]