Dying With Decent Music - The Paper Chase

Maybe better you than me

Youў‚¬"ўre much weaker, youў‚¬"ўre more clumsy

When I forfeit my patience to you

So maybe youў‚¬"ўve had too much wine

Piggyў‚¬"ўs flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room

ў‚¬"Your sideburns always smell like sexў‚¬ќ

Little sister, your big brother, ў‚¬"the fuckў‚¬ќ wonў‚¬"ўt be smothering you

Or calling to his friends back east

ў‚¬"Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadfulў‚¬¦ my white slaveў‚¬ќ

Let them die while some decent music plays

With my shit shoe stumbles thatў‚¬"ўs me dirty nails and awful thoughts

Iў‚¬"ўll use the words used up on commercials

Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines

This feeling I canў‚¬"ўt confine that to a rhyme

But maybe I can when I see you on the other side

See you on the other side where we would be released

Iў‚¬"ўd sell out everything if I could find such peace

See you on the other side where we would be released

Iў‚¬"ўd sell out everyone if I could find such peace

I will be free