You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself - The Bled

Welcome to the end of the night

Where everyone reeks of stale smoke, dirty jokes

Stop me if you’ve heard this one

The ransom’s over, where’s my cut, cut, cut, 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, rot, rot, 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

Is that good for you?

Well, it’s good for 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?

Well, it works for me, baby

When you can’t tear your eyes away

'Coz she’s got such a pretty face

And a filthy fucking mind

And I will wait outside the gates

But I won’t leave till you show me what’s on the inside

Well, I can’t shake this lack of sleep

It feasts on me till you show me what’s on the inside

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

Is that good for you?

Well, it’s good for me, baby

And our mothers sleep with lottery dreams

Our fathers built the pyramid schemes

Nothing is ever what it seems

But it works for you 'coz it works for me

You just had yourself a taste

Of how sweet the life could be

If you could just leave yours behind