Alligator Skin Boots

And the pastor says I'm good
But Jesus Christ, I'm never good
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
And yeah, the pastor says I'm good
But Jesus Christ, I'm never good
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
I'll nail my hands up to the wall

And yeah, the doctors were nice enough
They just said I'm fucked
Just like my mom is fucked
I bet your dad's fucked up
And in the black light, I could tell a sick joke
Maybe in the black light, I could tell a sick joke

Twinkle twinkle little star
Alcoholics don't get far
Unless they drink and drive
Let's go for a ride
And I hope I crash and die tonight
I hope I crash and die tonight
Saying, I do not mind you
I do not like you much
He was just my first
Now I've had it

I do not mind
I do not like you much
You were just my first
Now I've had it

I'm cold to the touch
Leap to my death
I'll ride for you all
I'll lie to the my friends, yeah
I'm cold to the touch
Leap to my death
I'll lie for you all
I'll die for my friends

It goes like this
Well, I ain't sorry
With broken wrists
We climb from these walls

My skin crawls
My skin crawls
My skin crawls
My skin crawls, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh