You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself

Welcome to the end of the night
Where everyone reeks of stale smoke
Dirty jokes
Stop me if you've heard this one
The ransoms over where's my cut?
Skewered on an open flame
I bought you off the spit pose for me
Paws and knees
Trace around the switchblade gash
We're all born fresh. but now we rot

I'm the bastard kid of a dead-beat town
You're just what I need to bring me down
I've got enough strength for one more round
Does that sound good to you?
It sounds good to me baby
I'm the lucky son of a bitch you need
To keep alive your losing streak
I've got one more trick up my sleeve
Does that work for you?
It works for me baby

And you can't tear your eyes away
Cuz she's got such a pretty face
And one filthy fucking mind

I will wait
Outside the gates
And I won't leave
Till you show me what's on the inside
I can't shake
This lack of sleep
It feasts on me

Our mothers sleep with lottery dreams
Our fathers built the pyramid schemes
Nothing is ever what it seems
But it works for you
Cuz it works for me baby

You just had yourself a taste
Of how sweet the life could be
If you could just leave yours behind