Sunset

Blaire, I don't feel right We live in a fucked up world You're a flower that grew from dirt Im the soil that rocks your earth Wheres my trophy? I deserve that tip What I had to put up with Was like baby sitting kids You think I'm a hero Im the villain in this tale Mixing drugs with ginger ale And eating bread that has gone stale And Charles Dickens was An author at his best Moby dick now he may rest Cas the ships gone down at Sunset Making noise yeah I bet I can stay up all night I don't have to try Fraud men calling women whores then Running for the door to trap them all inside No I don't need light For we blink but cannot see Yeah you bumble cas you're B People stumble from their speed Another chance at Claiming she's a witch Riding round of her broomstick Another man saying she's a bitch Im late for closing I turn a sign and sigh At quarter past I say goodbye I flipped a coin to pass the time And Charles Dickens was An author at his best Moby dick now he may rest Cas the ships gone down at Sunset Making noise Yeah I bet I can stay up all night I dont have to try My poor friends Spending time with whore men Standing by the door to run away and hide Sunset Making noise yeah I bet I can stay up all night i don't have to try Whore men Shooting up some horse then Screeching out the truth is that I want a high That I wanna die Im looking out for something good Im looking out for something good Im looking out for something good Can you take a look? Can you take a look? Im looking out for something good Im looking out for something good Im looking out for something good Can you take a look? Am I understood?