Well, I lie, I cheat and I steal
And I don't give two shits
About the way that you feel
I barely know who you are
But I'll break your heart
And then I'll sleep in your car
I'm not dying inside, I'm dead
Too many people have fucked with my head
And now I'm out for revenge
I'm not the only one
Who regrets the way they act
But I seem to be the only one
Who's honest with the facts
And I'm sick to death
Of always being the sucker
I'm a heartless bastard motherfucker
Well, you're a prize specimen
I shouldn't pick you up
I don't know where you've been
You invite me back to your place
And you feed me drinks
To get me out of my face
You never own up to what you did
You fuck like an adult and you cry like a kid
And then you tell your friends I took the piss
Just for a second here
With a straight face I am sick of the sinners
Always making out they're saints
You know it seems to me that
The ones to watch are the ones
With their hearts on their sleeves
The makeup doth protest too much
So come on everybody, come on
Don't make me regret ever writing this song
I need every motherfucker to sing along
- :
- Mittens EP
- Positive Songs for Negative People
- THE THIRD THREE YEARS
- Tape Deck Heart
- Losing Days
- Miscellaneous
- England Keep My Bones
- Poetry Of The Deed
- Love Ire & Song
- Ten for Ten
- Poetry Of The Deed (Deluxe Edition)
- Spotify Sessions [Live From Spotify Austin (Curated by...
- Spotify Live EP
- Mittens
- Least Of All Young Caroline
- Xtra Mile High Club, Vol. 6: Summer In The City
- Poetry of the Deed (Bonus Track Version)
- Poetry of the Deed (Deluxe Version)
- The Road
- Positive Songs for Negative People (Deluxe)