you should be ashamed of myself

welcome to the end of the night
where everyone reeks of stale smoke
dirty jokes.
stop me if youve heard this one
the ransoms over wheres my cut?
skewered on an open flame
I bought you off the spit pose for me.
paws and knees
trace around the switchblade gash
were all born fresh. but now we rot.
im the bastard kid of a dead -beat town
youre just what I need to bring me down
ive got enough strength for one more round
does that sound good to you?
it sounds good to me baby.
im the lucky son of a ******* you need
to keep alive your losing streak
ive got one more trick up my sleeve
does that work for you?
it works for me baby.
and you cant tear your eyes away
cuz shes got such a pretty face
and one filthy ******* mind
I will wait
outside the gates
and I wont leave
till you show me whats on the inside
I cant shake
this lack of sleep
it feasts on me
our mothers sleep with lottery dreams
our fathers built the pyramid schemes
nothing is ever what it seems
but it works for you
cuz it works for me baby
you just had yourself a taste
of how sweet the life could be
if you could just leave yours behind.