I Stand Corrected
Disaster on the subway, I got out when the track caught fire
Thrown out of the ballet, I did not have the proper attire
I never called it lying 'til that dreadful day you called me a liar
If I make it off this flagpole, I do believe it's time to retire
Get well connected
Be more respected
I stand corrected
I stand corrected
No she wasn't drunk, just the heel come off her platform boot
Such a drag bout the bag on her hip, she was too hot to hoot
And the river that they piss in feeds the tree that bears the poisonous fruit
Now he pretends he's dead when she's playing the Contessa of Cute
That looks infected
You should get that thing inspected
I stand corrected
I stand corrected
Black coffee made me do it, he stood upon the scaffold and screamed
With pupils big as planets he stared directly into the beam
He used her as the valve every time he had to leak a little steam
Now she pretends he's dead while he's acting like the Sultan of Spleen
No pulse detected
No fare collected
I stand corrected
I stand corrected
His brain slid right out of his head the day she said goodbye
The life that he was living fell apart under the weight of the lie
No consolation could be found, no shelter from the suffering sky
He cracked open the cookie and the fortune said "roll over and die"
Get well connected
Be more respected
I stand corrected
I stand corrected
Thrown out of the ballet, I did not have the proper attire
I never called it lying 'til that dreadful day you called me a liar
If I make it off this flagpole, I do believe it's time to retire
Get well connected
Be more respected
I stand corrected
I stand corrected
No she wasn't drunk, just the heel come off her platform boot
Such a drag bout the bag on her hip, she was too hot to hoot
And the river that they piss in feeds the tree that bears the poisonous fruit
Now he pretends he's dead when she's playing the Contessa of Cute
That looks infected
You should get that thing inspected
I stand corrected
I stand corrected
Black coffee made me do it, he stood upon the scaffold and screamed
With pupils big as planets he stared directly into the beam
He used her as the valve every time he had to leak a little steam
Now she pretends he's dead while he's acting like the Sultan of Spleen
No pulse detected
No fare collected
I stand corrected
I stand corrected
His brain slid right out of his head the day she said goodbye
The life that he was living fell apart under the weight of the lie
No consolation could be found, no shelter from the suffering sky
He cracked open the cookie and the fortune said "roll over and die"
Get well connected
Be more respected
I stand corrected
I stand corrected
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Writer(s): Dan Purcell
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