The Last Refuge Of The Sons Of Bitches by Beaten Back To Pure
Afterlife bedpartners Soulmates grasping for straws Tomorrow's a better day, waste of slurring season Too much time remains Your god has left me here to die Oh lord unsatisfied Am I coming on to fucking strong? Then I'll put your body in a dumpster Choke on my tongue If you want me too I don't need this And i don't need you You fuck me Feed me to the sharks It all works out better in the end anyway See me falling And you won't catch me You know I feel it [x2] Don't forget who you're talking to Mainline Marlboros The truth comes seething through I know where I belong and it's not with you