Caught wearing sunglasses indoors with the lights off
Man, I don't wanna see a damn thing
Just leave the smokes on the counter
By that busted up router
Cause I wanna breathe in more nicotine
I'll leak my head in the pool of my arms
On a pillow made of Aspirin and panache
While lying warm by the heat of a fire
Fueled by all my missing cash
Yeah
I'm leaning towards 86'ing my morals
Cause I don't smile with all of my teeth
I think it's boring not to think in the plural
I think it's boring, I think that it's easy
Now let's get down to what most people call business
And take a good hard look at the world
It's revolutionary to shop for forgiveness
With every penny that the boys went and stole from the girls
Now give it up cause you know that concession
Is what's missing from a compromise
It's a line up the nostril
St Laurent, the Apostle
Making love to the death of July
Yeah
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Caught wearing sunglasses indoors with the lights off
Man, I don't wanna see a damn thing
Just leave the smokes on the counter
By that busted up router
Cause I wanna breathe in more nicotine
I'll leak my head in the pool of my arms
On a pillow made of Aspirin and panache
While lying warm by the heat of a fire
Fueled by all my missing cash
Yeah
I'm leaning towards 86'ing my morals
Cause I don't smile with all of my teeth
I think it's boring not to think in the plural
I think it's boring, I think that it's easy
Now let's get down to what most people call business
And take a good hard look at the world
It's revolutionary to shop for forgiveness
With every penny that the boys went and stole from the girls
Now give it up cause you know that concession
Is what's missing from a compromise
It's a line up the nostril
St Laurent, the Apostle
Making love to the death of July
Yeah
Man, I don't wanna see a damn thing
Just leave the smokes on the counter
By that busted up router
Cause I wanna breathe in more nicotine
I'll leak my head in the pool of my arms
On a pillow made of Aspirin and panache
While lying warm by the heat of a fire
Fueled by all my missing cash
Yeah
I'm leaning towards 86'ing my morals
Cause I don't smile with all of my teeth
I think it's boring not to think in the plural
I think it's boring, I think that it's easy
Now let's get down to what most people call business
And take a good hard look at the world
It's revolutionary to shop for forgiveness
With every penny that the boys went and stole from the girls
Now give it up cause you know that concession
Is what's missing from a compromise
It's a line up the nostril
St Laurent, the Apostle
Making love to the death of July
Yeah
Writer: Brian Cherchiglia
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