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Villain
04:31
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I'm a villain
And I like it that way
I'm a villain, yeah a villain
Don't believe a single word I say
I lie-lie-lie-lie for fun
I wouldn't hesitate to stab someone
I steal just for the joy of the taking
I get smashed for the thrill of something breaking
I'm a villain
I'll keep you up all night
I'm a villain, oh a villain
Turn on the dark, I'm afraid of the light
Villainy suits me like a goddamn professional
I've got the priest swilling holy wine when I'm in the confessional
I wanna feel your blood drippin' off my teeth
I look at you and all I see is a morsel of meat
Oh I'm a villain, darlin'
And it feels so good
I'm a villain, yeah a villain
Never do as I should
Don't care a whit for honor or valor
You can admire me for black leather and pallor
It feels just swell to be a ne'er-do-well
And if you don't like it, well I'll see you in Hell
I'm a villain, baby
Don't think I'm gonna change
I'm a villain, oh a villain
Yeah, you think I'm deranged
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Feelin' good!
Lookin' dead!
I dunno what's real
And what's in my head x2
Just like an episode
Of "Murder She Wrote"
I can see your revolver
Under your coat
Ice pick stickin'
Outta my neck
But I feel no pain
So what the heck?
FG x LD x2
Every time you lookit me
I wish I was dead
Your love is like a bullet
In my pretty little head
All you can see
Are the whites of my eyes
I just wanna get
Between your thighs
FG x LD x2
All the blood's drained
Outta my face
But baby your blood's splattered
All over the place
Feels so sweet
Just like a love letter
Darlin' I don't even
Wanna get better
FG x LD x2
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Rotten
02:25
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Everything you thought you'd be
Always out of reach just slightly
So you laid down in your own coffin
Does it feel good to turn rotten?
Apathy's calcified around your heart
Doing nothing ain't no art
Your aspirations buried and forgotten
But does it feel good to turn rotten?
Cut away the rot
You've never worried about surviving
Your passion's stifled when your trust fund's thriving
A sense of entitlement's all the sense you've gotten
So does it feel good to turn rotten?
Cut away the rot
Your lifeblood's stagnant and can't circulate
So we have no choice but to amputate
With fingers full of lead and mouth stuffed with cotton
Does it feel good to turn rotten?
Cut away the rot
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4. |
Gone Too Far
03:02
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The drugs aren't working
And I'm afraid I've gone too far
Don't know what you see
When you look at me
The struggle or the scar
Broken hearts and pills
And all the things they leave behind
Like rusted, ruined dreams
In the corners of my mind
Ten little pills
Tucked safe down in my pocket
Like a faded, timeworn photo
In a golden locket
The drugs are kickin' in
And it feels good to go too far
Don't care what you see
When you look at me
Passed out at the bar
Broken hearts and pills
And all the things they leave behind
Like rusted, ruined dreams
In the corners of my mind
Nobody loves me
Quite like you do
Caressing my veins
'Til my lips turn blue
I used to long
For someone affectionate
Now I spend my nights
In the arms of an opiate
The drugs've got me reeling
And I know I've gone too far
Tell me what you see
When you look at me
Rueful, brash and scarred
Broken hearts and pills
And all the things they leave behind
Like rusted, ruined dreams
In the corners of my mind
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Hey Mister Landlord
Whaddya say?
Y'know my rent's
Too high to pay
He says "That's fine
if you're comin' up short
I'll just see you
In eviction court."
Fuck'em if they can't take a joke
Hey pretty girly
Are ya goin' my way?
How's about
Comin' over to play?
She says "You're cute
Why doncha buy me a beer?"
Then she struts off
'Cause she ain't even queer
Fuck'em if they can't take a joke
All these goddamn people
Demanding so much of me
They think I've gotta helluva nerve
But I just gotta stay free
Y'know life is a banquet
And most poor suckers, they're starvin' to death
But I just wanna live, live, live
And keep laughing 'til my last breath
Hey there boss
How do ya do?
Y'know I ain't comin' in
'Til quarter past two
He says "If you can't
Make it in on time
Why doncha go stand in
The unemployment line?"
Fuck'em if they can't take a joke
Fuck'em if they can't take a joke
Fuck'em if they can't take a joke
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The Shivering Brigade Brooklyn, New York
Rim a Collins glass with punk rock. Fill glass half full with ice. Season ice with cabaret, glam, swing, hardcore, whiteface, sharp objects and loose morals. Pour in gin. Top off with laudanum, leaving a half inch at the rim of the glass. Squeeze in broken heart and drop into glass. Garnish. ... more
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