Pity The Living
So you wanna be nasty
Call yourself a saboteur
You like to fling your shit at me
Hoping anything sticks to the hurricane door
You say you pity the living
Well who's to say while you're still here
You got blood dripping into the sink
But your wrists ain't cracked like an ice cold beer
I'd die for days gone by
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
High time for days so fine
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
I'd die for days gone by
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
High time for days so fine
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
You think it's absolution
You say your heart is cold as ice
You think it's obsoletion
Well, it only helps you to abuse your vice
You claim I'm being invasive
Well you're the one who's got me stuck on the phone
And let me be the first to say
You're gonna wind up on the showroom floor
I'd die for days gone by
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
High time for days so fine
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
I'd die for days gone by
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
High time for days so fine
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
Call yourself a saboteur
You like to fling your shit at me
Hoping anything sticks to the hurricane door
You say you pity the living
Well who's to say while you're still here
You got blood dripping into the sink
But your wrists ain't cracked like an ice cold beer
I'd die for days gone by
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
High time for days so fine
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
I'd die for days gone by
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
High time for days so fine
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
You think it's absolution
You say your heart is cold as ice
You think it's obsoletion
Well, it only helps you to abuse your vice
You claim I'm being invasive
Well you're the one who's got me stuck on the phone
And let me be the first to say
You're gonna wind up on the showroom floor
I'd die for days gone by
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
High time for days so fine
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
I'd die for days gone by
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
High time for days so fine
When I said I made a little
But I made a little bit more
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Writer(s): James Fortunato
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