Never be wise in your own estimation
Holy Thursday and you’re acting out the Stations
Of the Cross
Escaping your date with the national razor
And living out your days
A convict of the road
Scandal sticks to you
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose tattoo
Knowing that you will not be discovered
In a magazine fort built for drunkards
And for birds
Drinking like there is no tomorrow
Only sorrow
Left for you here
Scandal sticks to you
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose tattoo
Scandal sticks to you
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose tattoo
Scandal sticks to you
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose tattoo
Scandal sticks to you
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose tattoo