Count of Conza (Don’t Kill Your Wife)

Killing ground poised to be a break from monotony, an imposter standing tall with his back against the wall
Looking for somebody to blame
Somebody to bury the shame
Wouldn’t surprise you to learn this isn’t a place you’ve earned

Now your feet are filled with lead but you’re not sure if they’re dead, wasting your life away just to find a pretty lay
She doesn’t care for you
You know she sees through
Call yourself a fan, you’ve never even heard of the band

(Who are you to judge me? With your guitar bought by your daddy. It’s all so petty... You think you’rе so pretty)

You think
You think you’re so pretty

You wеre there
I felt you scream
You always were so
Much bigger than me
But now it’s changed
All changed around
Show your face again
I’ll run you out of town
The decibels
Damaged my brain
But it’s funny how
You don’t remember it that way
In retrospect
It’s funny how
You never really knew
What you were talking about

You’re so, you’re so, you’re so petty! You’re so, you’re so, you’re so petty!
Petty... Petty...

(Who are you to judge me? With your guitar bought by your daddy. It’s all so petty... You think you’re so pretty)

Ooooh
Ooooh

Ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin'-