Roses Roastery
Welcome to Rose's roastery
Settle down, get comfy
We're gonna be here a while
Can we dim the lights a little bit, Janey?
Perfect, I love it, that's exactly my style
Here the coffee's cold but the tea is hot
Or you can go to the bar and get a couple of shots
But you better leave now if you can't take the heat
Cos today's special is two cuts of fresh meat
Don't be afraid, we'll celebrate!
The life you've lost
Hurrah!
And to fate!
For bringing this rag-tag-bunch of runaways
These directionless fools, this collection of strays
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
You're thinking "Mama, why not just let me go?"
Well honey, that's where you're wrong, I'm not your foe
And let's be honest you've been busy pacing to and fro
So grab a drink, take a break and enjoy the show
We cross all time and space
Yet it's always her face
That uptight, wound-up, Victorian plain Jane
She acts all prudish but she's really not
Cos underneath it all she's a bit of a slu—ambitious woman
But her chin droops, her cheeks sag, she looks like an old hag
But too bad there's nobody that she can shag
Oops
And now dish, skater girl, about that boy you met
Of how you thought you were in love with him, that dumb brunette
We'll take the train together from platform three."
When you arrived, tell me girl, what did you see?
Squint your eyes, scrutinize
He wasn't there for me
Don't be afraid, we'll celebrate!
The life you've lost
Hurrah!
And to fate!
For bringing this rag-tag-bunch of runaways
These directionless fools, this collection of strays
Come on, groove a little!
Don't be such a piece of shit
So tell us Dawn, about your group of friends
Oh wait, or was that all just playing pretend?
You thought your friends all felt that you were a "Yeah!"
But in reality they knew that you were "Eh"
Ain't that what cowards do, they sit and fall prey
To this world that's unkind to these runaways
Till all that we can do is kneel and pray
Only God can save us now
Your life has been a tragedy, a sorrow soiree
But from now on, it doesn't have to be that way
Cause since we're already stuck in our cells
We might as well have some fun, grab a gun and raise some hell!
Settle down, get comfy
We're gonna be here a while
Can we dim the lights a little bit, Janey?
Perfect, I love it, that's exactly my style
Here the coffee's cold but the tea is hot
Or you can go to the bar and get a couple of shots
But you better leave now if you can't take the heat
Cos today's special is two cuts of fresh meat
Don't be afraid, we'll celebrate!
The life you've lost
Hurrah!
And to fate!
For bringing this rag-tag-bunch of runaways
These directionless fools, this collection of strays
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
You're thinking "Mama, why not just let me go?"
Well honey, that's where you're wrong, I'm not your foe
And let's be honest you've been busy pacing to and fro
So grab a drink, take a break and enjoy the show
We cross all time and space
Yet it's always her face
That uptight, wound-up, Victorian plain Jane
She acts all prudish but she's really not
Cos underneath it all she's a bit of a slu—ambitious woman
But her chin droops, her cheeks sag, she looks like an old hag
But too bad there's nobody that she can shag
Oops
And now dish, skater girl, about that boy you met
Of how you thought you were in love with him, that dumb brunette
We'll take the train together from platform three."
When you arrived, tell me girl, what did you see?
Squint your eyes, scrutinize
He wasn't there for me
Don't be afraid, we'll celebrate!
The life you've lost
Hurrah!
And to fate!
For bringing this rag-tag-bunch of runaways
These directionless fools, this collection of strays
Come on, groove a little!
Don't be such a piece of shit
So tell us Dawn, about your group of friends
Oh wait, or was that all just playing pretend?
You thought your friends all felt that you were a "Yeah!"
But in reality they knew that you were "Eh"
Ain't that what cowards do, they sit and fall prey
To this world that's unkind to these runaways
Till all that we can do is kneel and pray
Only God can save us now
Your life has been a tragedy, a sorrow soiree
But from now on, it doesn't have to be that way
Cause since we're already stuck in our cells
We might as well have some fun, grab a gun and raise some hell!
Credits
Writer(s): Erika Poh, Izzul Irfan, Mahirah Binte Abdul Latiff
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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