Damn Shame
Might as well be miles away
Cut me down with a look so beautiful
Walk around like you own the place
And you know
That you can have anything that you want
And I feel it like the shot from a ray gun
And I'd give you every dollar I got
And you know
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
A little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say
Well, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
I know that you hold the cards
You got bad news written all over you
They say love shouldn't be this hard
And it's cold
You're disappearing when I'm feeling sick
A cloud of smoke and a fox-haired mystic
I didn't come here to leave like this
And it's cold
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
A little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say
Well, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
We try to drive to those horizon lines
We can't define
We try to drive to those horizon lines
We can't define
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
A little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say
Well, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
Cut me down with a look so beautiful
Walk around like you own the place
And you know
That you can have anything that you want
And I feel it like the shot from a ray gun
And I'd give you every dollar I got
And you know
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
A little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say
Well, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
I know that you hold the cards
You got bad news written all over you
They say love shouldn't be this hard
And it's cold
You're disappearing when I'm feeling sick
A cloud of smoke and a fox-haired mystic
I didn't come here to leave like this
And it's cold
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
A little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say
Well, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
We try to drive to those horizon lines
We can't define
We try to drive to those horizon lines
We can't define
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint
And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe
A little in the bank accounts
You got nothing to say
Well, I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
I don't have much
And it's a god damn shame
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Marc Rousseau, Eric Channing Peake, Grant Alexander Whitson, Tyler Michael Benko
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