Pity Party - Saint Motel

Your Mother Theresa with looser thighs

Got a taste for scotch and abusive guys

Can’t clean out your ruins with them rusty knives

So why do you keep trying

You say to me with all the tears in your eyes

You scream at me it’s not my fault, this time

Go blame it on the Jews or the Chinese

'Cause I’m all out of time

Your ship’s sinking, now

Go down with it

Just don’t forget my comin' ends

I’ll follow you between

I’m laying here and I wish I cared

But I just can’t wait to leave

So don’t roll over, please

You’re standing in the belly of the furnace

Just kiss the floor and mountain to the surface

Just turn off and you won’t feel no burning

Yet you leave it all on

If only used to turn me on

Your ship’s sinking, now

Go down with it

Just don’t forget my comin' ends

I’ll follow you between

I’m laying here and I wish I cared

But I just can’t wait to leave

So don’t roll over

So don’t roll over

So don’t roll over

Please

Your ship’s sinking

Sharks start sensing blood

The world might end

It’s a night I won’t be by your side

And if the world ends today

Won’t be by your side

So don’t roll over

So don’t roll over

So don’t roll over

Please