TheHolyGrael - Chrodie Lyrics

How come I can never sleep when I want to
How come you need me to come in
And break up the violence with admittance
Of my own f*cking faults

How could she betray me like that
Secrets out of the vault
I can't believe my only baby
Left me for half of a lady
Half of a man, Half of a horse
Well we might as well be Minotaurs

And serpents cast a nasty shadow
For those who reap at all of the gallows
Biding laws and thieving hallowed grounds
Sounds like parchment

Even when the crumples crease
It never ceases
All the accusations and relationships that's f*cking gone to shit
My mind says to tell them off
My heart just wants to fix it
But instead I mixed the Bisquick
Pancaked and fooled, I might as well have missed it
Came in for half the show
And I never even existed

In the presence of the party
The worst part is
The Bacardi in my Barbie flask
Could mask up all the smells come out your party glass

But all of this was just last night
And all the kiss was just last bite
That you could have taken out of my flesh
But I'm married and the shit just wouldn't have lasted
The parties that you took me to I just got way too blasted
But the past is the past and I hope both of us can get passed it
But I'm a f*cking bastard
Yea I'm a f*cking bastard
Yea look at me I'm a f*cking bastard

Blasted bastard leaving blasted bastards in his f*cking wake
Blasted bastard leaving blasted bastards in his f*cking wake
Blasted bastard leaving blasted bastards in his wake
Blasted bastard
Blasted bastard

Come home with me
And then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Come home with me
And then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Come home with me
And then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Come home with me
And then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the
Then we'll see about the

You holding me

Don't ever leave this bouncy castle
All the rattles in my head
Providing shadows for the dead men in my f*cking mind
Find it hard to make the time to put this shit down onto paper
But if the clamps are useless
Well who the f*ck would call you f*cking makers
And the fakers in my midst
Don't think that I don't see you
Don't think you a kid with the tricks
Oh no boy, you is swings with a miss
And a close but yet, oh, just so far
And you might as well have got it
But I guess there's no cigar